you dont have to apologize to me, because now i see no harm. all of those different versions you've seen of me are gone. the one you loved, the one you hated, the one that drinks and drinks. with them i attached certain emotions - this is the me that thinks. though i havent really thought about how to approach this situation. its strange how these ( Read more... )

The short skyline of Jupiter leaves me feeling much calmer after a high-speed car ride down. The trees and their effects on the falling sun is a lesson in humility and prudence. They change the atmosphere just so. Their branches and leaves create shadows and strobes that are so much less dramatic than the ancient oaks of Gainesville or the cement ( Read more... )

Exhausted, he shuts the door to the teeming world outside and takes off his shoes. He leans down on the shoe organizer to untie his laces. The beaten piece of furniture has always been something of a symbol of home for him. Its been there since they moved in. Her little, dirty sandals - always begging to be washed - fill the cubby next to where he ( Read more... )

Driving around Jupiter, I quite predictably find myself nostalgic and bored. I didn't have a license while I lived here but I instinctively make my way up A1A. The sun is almost all the way down - hidden behind multi-million dollar condos, cookie-cutter housing developments, and what's left of the natural skyline. Cold wind creeps through the sea ( Read more... )

Sunday night:

Walking behind station one, a large man advoids eye contact with me and drops something at the same time. Tinktink..tink... Panic in his expressions. He begins surveying the ground. I round the corner and begin bussing a table. He rounds the opposite corner and sits in the same section as me, a coy grin attached to his face.

Relief ( Read more... )

its funny to me
how self-righteous people bloom
with unrefined stench.

lets get personal
all your love, it held me back.
i drank it away.

my drugs, addictions
werent they symptom enough?
i wasn't in love.

not in love with you,
while not respecting myself -
fucking without joy.

hypersexual
and no, i was not aroused.
but can you blame me?

your feminism
did little to ( Read more... )

Human hands are pretty fucking remarkable. Looking down into the dish-pit at work, I watch mine thoughtlessly scrub the burnt remains off of a sizzle plate. Water-logged fries and cheese caked to a large metal oval. Tasty. Brute, tedious work here; my hands fall in line behind it. No conscious effort is made placing individual fingers anywhere in ( Read more... )

I got to check out these bands this year ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in the middle of what I have been led to believe is an aesthetically perfect day. Skies the color of Nazi eyes surround gently dynamic shapes and shades of white and green. Noises of buildings being built stumble into my ears, through an audible maze of rustling leaves, plane engines, and bird chirps. A power saw slices through a wooden ( Read more... )

old man pains ( Read more... )