oh blah blah blah.
six feet nothing.

let's break all of our bones.

 i love fionnuala bradley.

 it's all so much weirder when i'm thinking.

 my head's a thunderstorm.
there's a pile of books on my floor.
plus there's this pile...

sometimes i'm not sure i like opinions.

'no he didn't, no he wouldnt'

it's a wonderful life.

WOOOOOOO! 
living wrecklesssss

i'm really shaken up.
about everything being so mixed up.

or maybe it is the other way around.

when i was little my brother would call me a spaz all the time. i'd get really angry. really, really angry. he also would tell me that all monsters were naked when we had company, and i, of course, wanted to be a monster. that always resulted in a naked parade for anyone new that came over. i don't know if i ever stopped believing him or if new ( Read more... )

it has been FOREVER since i've reflected here and there is a lot of guilt that runs through these recollections. going chronologically would make the most sense but trailing back that far seems like nonsense, much has developed and then been resolved and so i'll concentrate on the resolutions. dancing brought both a girl capable of sucking the soul ( Read more... )

they crash throughout my mind. these loves and their complementary thunder, shaking my mind and spirit, day-after-day. within the short glimpses between these long dark voids i see silhouettes cast on the inside of my skull. chemical bonds all broken and frayed, forming two aqueous precipitates, plus-minus-plus-minus-plus, all floating about in ( Read more... )