As I gazed upon the glowing tower, shining in the 18th hour, I felt something was lost. Something went gone. The tower was scratching the black sky, and all the while it felt like loneliness was happening somewhere nearby. This is something we made. Maybe the tower's tip was scratching somebody's heart out ( Read more... )

If every broken promise I was given and gave back in return was a square foot of wallpaper, this little room of mine would be a more colorful atmosphere. An atmosphere where nothing important happens tonight or tomorrow night, but maybe enough unimportant things will happen that they'll pile up and become one big important thing for me to be proud ( Read more... )

There are days when I'm stupider and days when I'm smarter and days I wish I was the opposite of whatever I was. Sometimes it's the same day. Sometimes I wish whoever would cover me in a veil of ignorance, strangle me with it, and sink me to the bottom of "duhhhh" and let nature take its course. Other days I want to other people's minds and inherit ( Read more... )

When the music fades away and seams begin to show I am magnificently disenchanted with the prospect of seeing your face in another dream tonight. I want a new face, I would be so madly, so desperately, so effortlessly in love with a new face to gaze upon in solemn slumber. I mean listen, 75% of the dreams are just Bruce gigs so your chances are one ( Read more... )

11/22/1950


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The reason my favorite class is my favorite class is for all the ways it reminds me of high school. Small community, imagined or not. Clear and unique groups, imagined or not. The archetypes, the symbols. The guys, the girl, the so-so's and pleasantries. These are the familiar anchors I cling to like guns and religion. Repetition, development, the ( Read more... )

10/27/1949


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I want to want, I'm a fatalistic death pursuit to that that is absolute. Shades and grays are the stuff poetry's made of, this life needs a stark contrast of black and white, blacker than black, whiter than white. When there's no wiggle room for qualifiers; maybe, possibly, kinda, sorta. I want YES, NO, GOOD, BAD. I think about a wonderful life ( Read more... )

For some ego-maniacal reason, it would appear that I got a thing for people of my own...color. When I pass them on campus sidewalks I give them the power sign, it doesn't usually work out. Maybe it's just a component of a terribly unhealthy, psycho-sexual hero projection ("Brunettes are fine, and blonds are fun...) or maybe I'm just projecting ( Read more... )

I don't care who you are, that is a beautiful man (and a beautiful hat)


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