Being loved is no great respite from solitude. Today I saw a woman wearing a shirt the precise color of your car, as if someone had recreated the sky from memory.

For not updating here is a punishment ( Read more... )

It is almost a year's time since my last break-up. In honor of that ( Read more... )

Two great stores seen on the drive home:

1.) Gonuts 4 Donuts
2.) My Tree Sons

Happy Thanksgiving.

For one year the oceans will burn with my needs. The land is lashed and rolling, while the light pours down the east window, catching the small clock face by the TV table ( Read more... )

There is a spot now, after the dishes are clean, and the floors are mopped, for the cigarettes. The cigarettes which are doubling, having no time to smoke them. Only to watch them lean, worn and picaresque, by the small black lighter which was Mimi's before it was mine. Everything is fitted and the night storms on; all the grass is bleached or ( Read more... )

My job hasn't paid me in 4 weeks now. My mother in currently in the process of paying my rent considering Whitmore "doesn't know where [my] hours went."

In other news, Hair East has taken my beard. I want it back. If I see you with it on the street, I'll knife you, you and any look-a-likes for I am crazy with loss and pennilessness.

crazy!

Things were supposed to show a marked improvement once I was done converting my life back to Amherst's suburban sprawl. Imagine a board of psychologists pouring over quadrant charts in over-heated rooms, tracking the graphic fall of losing this relationship or that, nodding knowledgeably at the decision to carefully roll up a life like an oriental ( Read more... )

4 am. I'll probably grow older being the type of individual who sits in their kitchen drinking chardonnay in their bathrobe. Damn birds won't shut up. I thought the dreams would come back. Yes. I sleep in a kaleidescope. I come to the empty full room, turn on the light, the tv in its corner. The sounds of the morning, the deep smell of twilight ( Read more... )

For all of you who don't think that video games effect children, consider this: Whenever I conceptualize "Spanish," what comes to mind is a moley woman flamenco dancing to Vega's theme song from Street Fighter II.

On the topic of Spanish, what I will remember most about this academic year is how Liam wrote my entire final project for it.