Commence drinking. And what the fuck is this shit about bombing during Ramadan?!

Hum... Transcendence... Hum... Dreams are silly. But at least I didn't try to join the klan again.

... I got sad and lonely tonight... So I went out and bought every Fanon book at Powell's. And I feel a little better now. Thinking of you, my love.

Out of all the times and places, I think it is easy to say at which time and place I most dislike crying. Even more so than the public spectacle, even more so than any sort of which way it happens, I, above all else, hate crying in the morning. When those first thoughts enter the mind and you open your eyes only to find tears immediately rushing ( Read more... )

Dearest you ( Read more... )

Hypothesis: It's all somehow connected to the consequences of not being accepted.

If so, then I am sad because I was somehow not accepted.

Hmm... Scientific Method anyone?

I feel you underneath my feet. I feel your pain through the marks left behind. I bend down to touch you. Place my knees on your back, my hands on you shoulders, I lay the side of my face against your cold, cold body ( Read more... )

Will send my report in due time.

You're a good influence. Like holding my hand when we find a dead body. Yeah, that's how it feels. Like a feather bed and a roaring fire. Like an ecstacy trip while wearing faux fur. Like the first sunny day after winter. And definitly like a skinny dip in the hot springs under the freezing rain. Sounds like the smell of fresh baked bread. ( Read more... )

Well summer is now over. And I'd like to share my summer reading list.

Wretched of the Earth
Pulp
Name of the World
Motorcycle Diaries
Catcher in the Rye
Islam
Black Boy
Sartre on Cuba
White Boy Shuffle

I didn't get everything. But pretty good I suppose.