to cleanse your life takes more than time

i'm playing that it's summer, with sleepy psychedelia and incense gliding out of the open window. why is it that everything seems so overwhelmingly simple and easy when i'm sitting alone and it's evening outside [evening - think of it literally, too. the time of day that evens out the creases and the ( Read more... )

today; post a letter to david; make something beautiful and honest to send to jennie (i miss her, i miss her); take deserted playground photographs; burn lots of nag champa incense and dance to this song, always, always.

(the past a distant horizon.)

(my friend david sent me a letter which read:)

"IT SCARES ME HOW YOU UNDERSTAND THINGS

and yet sometimes so .....

little"

desperately creating and things; i ordered a lomo lc-a; i've been splodging watercolour all evening; i'm going to try and wrestle some film into the sturdy russian body of my zenit-e. distraction is the only solution.

(i'm trying to keep my head above the waterline)

i am thin gossamer paper. bruised ( Read more... )

we are. overwhelmed with past. (and yet so oblivious to it, so wrapped up, so cocooned.)

there are things that some find calming, like the sea and the sky and deep melancholy music (gorecki by lamb, say, or the moonlight sonata). i am never, ever tranquilised by these things; they evoke within me huge emotional swirls, storms; they unsettle me ( Read more... )

things that i like;

x; incense
x; cherry chocolate cocktails
x; singing
x; showers; feeling cleansed, pure
x; slender intricate trees
x; falling asleep in a bundle
x; locking myself away with books
x; does this train stop on merseyside?x; afternoon rainstorms ( Read more... )

blood is thicker than water. a fuschia wool coat in preparation for subzero climate and the possibility of snow. sleep in 'til twelve. chimneystacks against clouded skies. i played our antique piano yesterday; most keys are either dead or out-of-tune; i coaxed some slow einaudi lullaby from it in deep rich tones of e and c.

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further ramblings on the dire subject of Self, i'm afraid. the wise will probably skip this ( Read more... )