g'night sweet fucking prince

perhaps this is the height of melodrama, but when dersu leaves the captain, it just rips my soul out!

oh these huge green adverts for some video console -- how you have fallen, livejournal, since your spunky, idealistic beginnings. and its been 10 years? how time flies. i suppose i wasn't an early adopter (i was close, perhaps?). but who cares for those antediluveans anyway.

im making goulash on the stove -- thinking of mongolia and thinking its ( Read more... )

lucid dream last night: we were hemmed in a building, the teenagers had all turned into zombies. with guns. we had the tables stacked up; i was sniping at them out of the windows in the dead of night. a few street lights and the moon illuminated the pitch and grey. as the night progressed they became increasingly indestructable -- i noticed, for ( Read more... )

things turn very quickly in life sometimes; my roommate was jumped the other day -- it was just a mistake. he was selling a bike on craigslist and they thought it was a bike that had been stolen from them. they met in a shadowy part of town (my roommates mistake for agree-ing to meet there) -- a tv on the radio-esque fellow rode his bike in from ( Read more... )

woken up by post bbq heart burn, a combination of scorched chicken and too much beer; i overheat when i go to bed drunk; i'll wake up breathing fast, almost like a dog on a hot day. it never used to happen.

now im vacillating between going back to sleep or waiting for the dawn on the roof.

so here is my attempt to write something everyday -- everyday figuratively, just an allusion to consistancy. mostly likely, it will be just every once in a while. ive always vaguely wanted to be a writer, and a truck driver. its purely a result of dear mr. henshaw. that book was significant in my life. i think it was the first book that i ( Read more... )

everyone with a new yorker's subscription should read ian fraziers "traveis in siberia" parts one and two. the latter portion just came out in the august edition. and if you don't have a subscription to the new yorker, well, shit, what are you waiting for? the post apoc cummeth. its hard to describe the charm of siberia -- well actually, not that ( Read more... )

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feel like i've reached a point in my life when reading old things is more interesting than embarrassing, not that some portions are no painful. i just realised that i've basically lived my entire life barely able to spell correctly. i recently found a short essay i wrote on living in kyoto from '03; a solid 5 years ago. how much i've changed since ( Read more... )