"Your fingertips across my skin
When you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never forget these images
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind."Just when I think I'm done with whatever new thing AiP hurls my way, they fling something even heavier at my face. ( Read more... )

Yay for Portland, etc.

<3

I am about to read the letters of my deceased great-grandmother, Annie Vallow. The letters--only the few, most significant ones; my great-aunt (er, some kind of cousin-y aunt-type relation) Helen would write to Annie back and forth, and saved the most important ones ( Read more... )

"Let's burn the town until we all fall down ( Read more... )

"Don't know if our fate's already sealed
This day's spinning surface on a wheel
I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips
There is nothing left to say, or
Are we ashes and wine?"The DVC library reminds me of Oregon today. Something about how the light hits the tables through the cream-colored curtains is very ( Read more... )

Before the first song that you heard me on ( Read more... )

We're all alone in the city

My hands are stoned with pity

I could get by or get high with fifty yeah

And I, I, I, don't feel pretty...today
-House of SecretsUnemployed father = tight budget ( Read more... )

Kant's moral theory.

Kan kiss my ass.

I kould'nt kare less.

That was really difficult to write. XDBesides the usual annoyance with the incompetence of my philosophy professor (not to mention the fiasco involving writing a three page paper with a bullshit guideline), my drama project is threatening to kill me ( Read more... )