i will live here from now on:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/andberlin/

because, you know, she is a much nicer girl than me.

this space is private now.

so i can learn to write for the sake of writing again. so i can remember the way words are used for me, for my day, for the people in my world; for all the right reasons that i have ignored for so long. i need some space, some privacy so i can heal and re-align my priorities.

And so it goes that these three unlikely characters move into the audotorium and face its BIGness with O-mouths and feet on steps so studied so as not to stumble on anything so much as a grain of sand and inevitably topple to the General Admission bullring with a broken leg to be carted off by ambulance, missing Radiohead ( Read more... )

    And there are all these words ( Read more... )

we sit and we drink and avoid pool table cliches of bending and thrusting phallic objects between our fingers. we drink and we throw darts and we miss and then we don't and we throw them into the scoreboard and the wall and the seats and they bounce off and hit the floor, losing their feathers. we drink and i split change with her and smoke awful ( Read more... )

AMBIVALENCE ( Read more... )

DON'T TRY TO IMITATE ( Read more... )