Someday there may be no more dignity to sell off,
no more innocence to lose.
Someday there may be no more safe arms to run to.
There may be no where left to go where you can't
look in the mirror and see what's there without
the benefit of ambiguity.

Someday, nothing will ever be pure again, and you'll have to find a new way to get off.

Getting married was an experience.

Everyone seems to be having anxiety, today, this week, you know ( Read more... )

So I'm lying face down on this table and ( Read more... )

"Illusion is the first of all pleasures" - Oscar Wilde ( Read more... )

It's better than ever, and I'm unsatisfied ( Read more... )

Everything with me is the compulsive behavior of the moment. When I was younger, this girl picked me up in a coffee shop and took me home. I thought we were just having fun, and never really imagined that she might want to kiss me. We might have done a bit more than that: I can't remember what I was doing in her friend's basement when I was 17, not ( Read more... )

Fiddler keeps up with his journal and reminds me that maybe I could keep up with mine ( Read more... )

A machine made of indecision rolls forward and stops at a fork in the road ( Read more... )

She says, "Why don't you go out into the world and kiss strangers?" She is my neighbor from down the street, but not for long. She's moving away. "I'm afraid they wouldn't be kind to me. I'm afraid they wouldn't love me." That's what I think, really ( Read more... )