the week has been better every day ( Read more... )

It's been over a year since I updated ( Read more... )

sipping eighteen-year ( Read more... )

it was my birthday last week,
and school is pretty much over with,
just have one big essay and a bunch of poems to edit.
it's so cold.
sappho fragments.
once schools ends I want to read and write all christmas break,
and find some sense of purpose.

I've failed desperately in my attempt to update once a day. it's not that I forgot, I actually distinctly remembered each day that I was supposed to update and thought about it only to end up not. the easiest thing can discourage or sidetrack me sometimes. it's saturday. I wanted to go out last night but I passed out a little before 7 and slept ( Read more... )

"...the lyric poet’s images are nothing but the poet himself, and only different objectifications of himself, which is why, as the moving centre of that world, he is able to say "I": this self is not that of the waking, empirically real man, however, but rather the sole, truly existing and eternal self that dwells at the base of being, through ( Read more... )

what do you call someone who calls someone something, you call them good at calling and you call them later to see if they want to go out for last call. we cannot allow this to continue, but the keys type themselves almost, as long as there is at least a modicum of connectivity, you can splash grammar or at least grammar sounding foundationals and ( Read more... )

last night was fun but also shitty ( Read more... )

song of solomon ( Read more... )

I turned in my last essay for class this semester, and despite looking forward to this day for weeks, on the drive home my mind started racing and a cloud began to follow me. I stopped at heb to get some beer because brian was busy and demmie never answered and it was going to be 7 in a little over an hour and I can't drive after 7 p.m. now ( Read more... )