i saw a needle on the street today ( Read more... )

From all ills mine differs ( Read more... )

i wrote her a poem in a flash of spontaneous impulse and inspiration ( Read more... )

i am resurrecting this thing. at least temporarily ( Read more... )

fragments from a dream from the previous night ( Read more... )

I wish I could scrape the gray from the sky with a giant putty knife, watch it fall on down as daggers of sunlight thrust through. I'm sorry but this weather just isn't cutting it. In fact, its making me downright miserable. This entire summer has been so goddamn banal and just fucking bland, and this pukelike Bay Area weather is there to remind ( Read more... )