done.

and since things are, i guess i'm starting [kind of] over.

can't explain so much.

new:

bathroom_irony

friend me if you see fit. [i think i'd like that]

and happy thursday/year to you.

[will you (?)] tell me what you think.

.just in general.

i just found a number of awkward techno songs on my computer, not anything remotely worth listening to ( Read more... )

the live journal speaks addiction ( Read more... )

i want to talk about today, but the mother and father want to share apple slices and talk futures.
adieu.
( you can't teach poetry. )

Song To The Siren    Tim Buckley

Happy                          The Wrens

Paper Bag                    Fiona Apple

Wishful Thinking         Wilco

The Upper Peninsula  Sufjan Stevens

The Empty Page         Sonic Youth

Catapult                       R.E.M.

Je Taime                      Les ( Read more... )

forget.

there's a lot i always want to type and say and write.

but it looks warm enough outside to forget it all.

or to remember to forget like birthdays and dates from before.

i can make new memories, through sharing words and telephone rings.

sometimes it's good to say things that don't just don't even mean "things."

it was good bad ( Read more... )

yellow lips
and
ungreen skin
this touch is perfection
your skin
on my hands
and my lips
on your head
[and my hips] in your hands
 in my eyes
touching skies
we are together so well-fitting
seams strewed, seemingly
aligned
taste truth
when I tease your tongue
with my words
[with my mind ( Read more... )

i wear humble straps
in contrast to
your arrogant boots.

i hold words between my fingertips
and touch them to my lips
in [benign] cylinders
[of misplaced thought
and teasing,
tired time]

[DAY RUNS DEAD
COLOR SWEET
EMPTY ENERGY.]

pressure touch and foreign loves,
thickened fears,
and idle,
over-thinking
hearts

<>
for me,
for all,

I

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I live in a holy world

bound by a guilt benefactor,

a crippling return complex.

Simple moments.

We are what we are doing not,

By thinking this and living that

I live in a moment

This moment, this

Moment-like reality stepped off scenery

Stepped in mind

Tied by lies, sighs, and far-off cries

I fell from the supposed

I dripped ( Read more... )