all i had was the sound of language, that is something for the most part incidental, not to be w\o depths and surface, as much as music has any correspondence surely the pure tones of our words must and rely on rich context for cues to soniforication

"To the few who love me and whom I love -- to those who feel rather than to those who think -- to the dreamers and those who put faith in dreams as in the only realities ( Read more... )

if I can make enuf pieces I want to put 2gether a pdf ( Read more... )

to be not tied down. to exist solely in the complicated work. to have the weight lifted already by a past progression of efforts. to be so crystalized in the moment as to have made something beautiful. all in the hands and head. to walk running and stare essential to penetrate come out on top clear headed swift thinking fast and confident movements ( Read more... )

I love running. I ran last night ran far in the dark on the empty suburban streets to get lost in empty suburbia. To go far and face having to walk home. To push lil muscles and thin them out.

so that was * a year ago? yeah yeah * you've cleaned up nice since then. well, &nd you heard the tribulations, god &nd all the earth can't tell me I idn't deserve it * but yr right, too nice * things is just that clean, god fuck it all I feel like I'm married already &nd it's over, life for the got damn chile. nah but you can do sum things w/ money ( Read more... )

lz was essentially asleep, except her eyes were open and she was talking to her cousin little m. 'do u kno jesus christ? like do u rly kno him?' 'no why are we talking about?' 'jesus c is the tooth fairy' 'm i think you've come unbuttoned' lz was adjusting little m's dress. her eyes were open and her left and right hands mixed cloth and button. 'ur ( Read more... )

it's too early to be depressed. so I roll over and try to think about something else. try to pass the time till 2 or 3pm. I get up. I get back down. I kind of stare halfway out of my halfsmooshed face. I consider going to the office. it's sunday and the doors are locked but I can get in and pretend to work until 3 or 4pm. time is getting away from ( Read more... )

hyperbolic the way light blends in suddenly shifted pull gum stretched out infinity cross the car screen. the still patches of yellow are digested; i'm invested in the blackness between, allowing smooth and pleasant spacing. the metal on my wrist and neck is heavy and cool. the leather cushion and wheel is heavy and cool-warm. these are empty parts ( Read more... )

I look up for a moment, out the surrounding glass windows (we call it the fishbowl). Streaming through my mind are these vague half happenings choked by what I have to do and in their struggling I drop pebbles of attention. Sometimes I can find my way home, where I wake up in the morning and the day opens with a few calm thoughts and gentle ( Read more... )