cowards or soldiers. no one likes a whiner.  guess i'll plant a garden.  sow the seeds, pour the water, trim the trees.  look at our beautiful rows of well-kept mistakes ( Read more... )

new is the old sensation.  everyone's got their fingers on the stove, hoping it won't burn.  all blackened skin.  all ash and all dust, sinking in quicksand.  when it's dark, we'll swim.  when it fits, we'll kiss.  when words won't reach, we'll write a letter.  now all ash and dust on photographs buried in boxes lost forever.  then the only hurt is ( Read more... )

i've got a locomotive in my eye
i'm all splattered juice and squints
i've got a virus in the queue
blood vessels and pocket lint

where did i put my hands?

i am no father

thumbs up and out on the postmodern express. quick-step back-step sides are ice and slips are progress. post a bill mod your mind earn your keep, and eat your veggies once a week.  pesticides and laxatives; diets are for pussies.  wear a dress to dress a bear or drink a beer and forget about your responsibilities.  anyone can be a cook.  delight in ( Read more... )

katie had mine and i had kaite's but i traded with elissa so now elisa has katie's but i traded elissa's for christina's so christina has elissa's but i traded christina's to some stranger on the road so i don't know what the fuck?

The rain beat on the boarded-up-from-the-inside window of his dark, claustrophobic room.

He’s wearing a gas mask. His desk is covered in broken pens and crumpled papers.

With dry hands, he picks a dirty fork from a mass of moldy, unidentifiable food off of a plate on the floor.

He plunges it through the hard plastic of his mask into his eye

I like to play soccer with my eyeballs on the ground ( Read more... )

The first thing I remember is blackness. When my eyelids slowly fluttered open, I saw my vision as a projection from inside my head. Through blinks and the first movements side to side, I made out the whites and blacks of piano keys just under my face. They were blurry and out of focus, and seemed to shy away from the center of my vision. I ( Read more... )

i wish i had a cheaper guitar so i could take it outside and break it. you know what i love? i love games. i love uncertainty. i love not being able to talk about it. and i especially love being all the way up in the fucking frozen north for no goddamn reason