the days are getting shorter and shorter. remember when this was a kids toy, a way to flirt with disaster, or with boys, girls, who ever. i never knew. i don't know still. there's a woman at my cafe, i dont know her name. her son is dying of cancer. he asked her to leave his house so he could die. oh god, i said it was 7am on a saturday. he is ( Read more... )

Somewhere in between Napa and Sacramento I stopped to admire my face in a road side gas station bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes or so, running my index finger from my forehead to my lips and back up to my nose and my cheeks and my chin. I put my finger on my right ear and followed the cartilage in broken patterns until ( Read more... )

yeah that last post was so dumb. i sounded like some emobitch who listens to elliot smith religiously and has a monthly subscription to Vice. nathan barley is such a funny british show, you guys should try to watch it on youtube or something ( Read more... )

I'm smoking too much ( Read more... )

I definitely pissed him off well good this time. "I'm happy you've fallen in love for the fourth (or is it fifth? I've lost count) time ( Read more... )

I'm coming home June 20th!

She sat in the chevy nova. I saw her in the parking lot, the paint was chipping. She was dressed in black with lace covering her mouth and eyes and I saw her with her head in her hands. My mother didn't care that she wouldn't go into the funeral. She knew she would do this. Big drama. But it wasn't an arguement. It was quiet. She stayed in ( Read more... )

I never did a lot of things I promised myself I would do ( Read more... )

Jesse.  I met him at an open mic.  He had the worst voice in the house and I automatically knew he was the saddest human being in the city.  His voice was the tangle of ripped fabric and rubber tires on pavement.  I approached him after the performance because that was the kind of girl I was.  I used to approach people all the time.  I used to ask ( Read more... )

 
Fiction is Subjective

And we were there in that cave, the lights red and the sheets dirty with sweat and promises.  The city growled below, the busses and bicycles, the homeless and the druggies all piled on top of each other in a terrifying collapse of modernity.  I was frightened by the rawness of a tiny city. They way the ocean made me come ( Read more... )