the click of a typewriter
is most definetly
the most soothing sound
in all of existence

i love my cousins so much.
i dont exactly love the party though.
im not used to seeing relatives my own age. its bizzare.

merry christmas children.

our secrets are held between the faltering pages of e.e. cumming's complete works.
i find that fittingly poetic.
&ps merrychristmasandwhatnow

kill your computer; embrace your neighbour has disbanded.

caitlin and i will still perform in various incarnations of resident[punk],
but never again will kyc;eyn share the stage.

thank you all for such an amazing run

i won a hundred dollars from look-look magazine a few days ago.

i just got the reply email from my reply email, and i realized something:
i put my name in as tim.
thus, i shall be recieving a cheque for a hundred dollars in the name of tim mcevilly.

this could be a problem.

things have become beyond bizarre ( Read more... )

...last night, i had six posts in a row.

i need to find a life.

i am a tuff souldja.

and tuff souldjas do not feel emotion,
nor desire,
nor love nor lust nor like.

i am a robot of a tungsten trachea
and silvery sinews
and mercurymuscles.

i am a tuffsouldjarobot,
and i dont need you anymore.

my christmas list:

- i wish i could have you

- i wish my life consisted of a little less poop, and a little more gary sinise. mabye caitlin, mabye- i wish myself a drum machine ( Read more... )

i really dont know how i want to be feeling about everything in the world right now. things are so... complicated isnt the word complex enough. i really wanted to go bowling tonight, which created frustration on the way to my uncles to-day. but i did see all of my little cutestintheworld cousins, and played drums with them; this was a highpoint of ( Read more... )