'Koyaanisqatsi' inspired narrative to come, I think.

Must write more.

For one year, I lived in a town called Michaels, in western North Dakota. I was twenty-one ( Read more... )

So when you read this, I want you to turn off all the lights, open as many windows as you can, and I want you to think about the summer ( Read more... )

( i think i saw you riding in a car; you looked happy for a woman, black fingers in your mouth and a white pearl choker. i think i saw you reaching for a glass with your lanky white arms; nothing else moves that way, are you kidding me? all dolled up in straps, all colored in. my love, where have you been? the sun fell behind you and never stood up. my head plays it over and over. i think i heard you singing, 'oh, poor sky, don't cry on me, somebody break your heart again? oh, poor sky, don't cry on me, are you gonna fall apart again?' )