I followed the sound of fireworks, and found a great big park, not so far from where I lived. Little clusters of families and friends gathered round their fireworks, which I’m sure some of them paid greatly for, and set them off, round after round ( Read more... )

“What is this thing about time. Why is it better to be late than early?
People are always saying, we must wait, we must wait. What are they waiting for?”

-Giovanni’s Room

I have no drive in this life, or purpose. I’m not trying to bring myself purposefully down, it’s just how I am feeling today. Yesterday was good even though it was quiet and lonely, tonight it’s far more noticeable. I know I’ll just go to sleep, so that tomorrow I can wake up and do nothing. Maybe read a book. I just don’t have anything. Or maybe ( Read more... )

i've got sticky fingers gumming up keys from sticking my hand in polyeurathane...not to be repeated. scrubbing, furiously, futily ( Read more... )

"...it would have ended anyway. I've never seen a sunset or felt a wind that didn't."

welcome to july.

and gillian welch is coming in august.. sigh. :)
just have to get a ticket, figure out where park west is, find a way to get there...and i'm set...maybe i shouldn't put too much hope into this...or MAYBE i should.

Drink then drown, I’ll never make it out of here.

Like seabirds winging west,
you leave.
making promises you’ll never keep.

1. Who was the last person you yelled at? I can’t remember ( Read more... )

i am hearing sounds. music. forcing its way through eddys and currents made by physical objects. each object creating a new sound.

fan blowing over radiator, a hollow moan.
a splitting crack in the door, high pitched and vulgar.

and then of course there's the music in my head.