After a long period of having lost myself, wondering and wandering but finding myself sometimes. I have stayed up late, getting drunk, watching an indian romance on TV. I remembers O Saathi Re by Kishore Kumar from when I was about 16 or 17. I flashed back to what made me want to study culture and religions. What made me buy my first bellydance ( Read more... )

"The print media, daily newspapers are no longer very popular in France. The regional press is still in great difficulty. Find new readers is to find a way to speak to young readers. But how to interest young people? Change the identity of the newspaper and lose loyal customers? And how to compete with magazines "young" specialized in the field? ( Read more... )

And the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the knives
The knives of summertime, summertime

And I did swallow stained glass tears
Absorbed by the sun for many light years
And the fire flies in her hair
My red concertinas coming down the stairs

If I could put into words all the moments where every event in my life recently has seemed to come together in one of those amazing instants of wonder ( Read more... )

Labor day came, I fought back tears on the couch and dug myself into some poetry which didn't help. I got up and fought my way east to Frederick, the strangest cloud in the sky. Since May I haven't thought much about the situation, but now it's about that time where we went off into the burning orange, beautiful fall, and you left me on the couch. ( Read more... )

I just listened to the videos I took of Rob. I don't know why I started taking them. I think because somehow I couldn't believe it myself, the things that were happening. The way he was acting. I wanted them to remind me. I wanted them to make sure others would believe me ( Read more... )

I'm craving so badly right now the night, the beach, the darkness, a good cry. A good love. A good fuck. A passion I can't stand. A happiness I can't contain. Sinewy arms, a dark swirl of hair and eyes that penetrate me. Naked skin on clean sheets. Order and chaos at once. Everything right in the world since we're here, but in disarray because we ( Read more... )

"You might want to try it next week when you’re feeling frustrated and discontented with life ( Read more... )

I used to have to scrape up money to go into Border's, which now no longer exists, and buy a Hemingway novel that I drank in with a severe thirst and clutched like a treasure. Now here I am, I just finished a novel that I picked up out of the free bin in front of some store and it was amazing ( Read more... )

I'm infinitely alone and I've never realized it. It takes one thing to rip your world apart. One terrible black hearted being. I'm hiding in a closet. There is no comfort in what I'm saying, as there always once was. Whoever is in charge of this universe wants me to hurt so badly. They provide me these black hearts so that I can never move past ( Read more... )