four in the morning. the graveyard shift. i am alone now in this printshop. this life. i lean on a copier and my eyes grow wide with thought. mindless flashes and hums from the machines are my meditation. i imagine a life unimaginable. a life without you. yes, i am thinking of you. you: whoever you are. i don't know a goddamn thing about you but ( Read more... )

stop being a pathetic ninny. life is tired of sitting on the sidelines.

thank you for rescuing me darling.

'great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. they hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off. '

-carl jung

goddamn it. i want to be in the car right now driving somewhere. anywhere. i want to help flicker film festival back on its feet. i'll be twenty two in ten days and i couldn't care less. i can't imagine why there's some kiddy party with tejano music blasting from the basketball court next to my apartment when i'm trying to nap. i need more sleep ( Read more... )

thick, unmatchable black sky,
why are you the only thing triumphant and
constant in my future's memory?

and who exactly are you trying to look so pretty for?

alas! the saturday morning has peeked in through a wintery window and discovered us: the deviants that have, if only temporarily, escaped big brother's watchful eye. it reached through the glass in a futile attempt to pull us back to busy cafes and crowded buses and bill collectors. you rolled over. i pulled the lemon sheets up over our heads and ( Read more... )

it ( Read more... )

the thawing season had arrived ( Read more... )