Q: You know Samo, right?

A: Of course. I’ve seen the fucking movie.

There's a distant rumbling, somewhere deep beneath the ground, while the molten core sputters and kicks up red hot liquid rocks. It's all just shaping the scene, lackluster cosmetic changes. Smoke a cigarette, rest among soot covered trees, and carry some unforeseen burden back home. Hell, we've all got to eat ( Read more... )

‘No, no,’ she said (she was always saying something), ‘Don’t touch me, not there.’ Cold, pale fingers wrapped their way around my own, rough-hewn, the tips as dry as sandpaper ( Read more... )

Holy fucking shit! I just ran into Lou Reed!

Spread out amongst the tall and the unbelievably short, shuddering back and forth with the same dull and persistent screech of metal against metal, everyone lurches sort of asymptomatically and the train crawls subterranean. I'm still stuck standing, arm wrapped round a smooth and too often touched pole that I refuse to lay my own fingers upon. ( Read more... )

it's my birthday. and icon kitty's ( Read more... )

i was bored and there wasn’t anything on tv so i tuned into american idol and there’s no one more endearing than kellie pickler.

i’d vote for her if i did those things, which i don’t.

we lucky few, didactic dilettantes destined for such wild heights, magnanimous mammoths peering out over slanted slabs and the ceaseless swirl of encompassing blue at all corners. feckless and unbridled, these are those reckless times, the ones we could scarcely whisper of only months ago. staring out on even angles, foppish consumers and ( Read more... )

i stood watching the train begin to crawl into the station ( Read more... )

i'm not around much because i'm bored with this journal and life itself but i'm still reading and looking over your entries.

i'm over ny. i've been here for about seven plus years at this point and it's not interesting anymore. i need a change of scenery.