just this week, i've managed to ( Read more... )

so i changed my "headline." can you prove you exist ( Read more... )

so... i usually post on the myspace thing, but i'm once again sick of it. for some reason, i feel like i have to censor myself more on there ( Read more... )

it's crazy... our cloud of transition has finished raining and now we're all in our spots. some were unpredictable, but our boats carried us home ( Read more... )

spending mass quantities of time in our apartment has really brought out the cats in us. we're either really cat like, or our cats are human. i'm going with the former i think ( Read more... )

the night... a place where all comes together from the previous day, or life. i have to agree with dylan that ideas can better materialize here, where they are disconnected from material hindrances. it's a good place to make sense out of thoughts from the leading day...or life ( Read more... )

trying to fit a puzzle and making the progress of a drunk librarian, who carries syphallis and can barely stand up!!! gees, louise ( Read more... )

blind ears and deaf hearts adds a challenge. the building across the way sleeps and lends us its fairy dust nightly (and morningly ( Read more... )

cloudy weather, sore throat, and a slower, more acoustic version of lay down sally on a tuesday morning... the first day i've been here where i woke up before 10 am ( Read more... )

ideal is arbitrary and always on the change ( Read more... )