i know that the first words spoken were something closer to "danger" "fire" or "mastadon."

But i feel I need a witness for baby's feet, blue glass and mirror awnings.

Today I walked.

In a very strange moment of research I realized that images from what I thought were imagined as a child are actually from the film Return to Oz. It's freaking me out just a tad. I don't remember ever watching it. It came out the year I was born. I just came across an image from my head right there on the screen.

woah.

They are ripping down the walls in my building; banging, hacking and hammering. It echoes internally with me ( Read more... )

Goals for April ( Read more... )

so maybe I have done something karmicly wrong to deserve such ineptitude in my dating statistics. I'm paying for something. Maybe. Last night I made a grown man cry. All I was, was honest. Told him the truth that I just didn't feel anything between us. That's the right thing to do, but seriously. It sucks. Felt like the scum of the earth. Went to a ( Read more... )

date was...wrong. not bad. wrong. Will only use internet to buy art supplies and books. No more. Must go out into world to find love. Must live actual life. not digital.

I don't think i can do this anymore. i am so totally fucked.

everything is so fucked up ( Read more... )

Some of you may know that my keyboard has succeeded in its quest of mutilation and has shed the letter "j." the pound of flesh required for late night emails and badly written prose. I can type the letter if I concentrate very hard and press the rubber nipple-like censor left behind like small surviving vines of an uprooted tree. (Fucking bad ( Read more... )

I've been having dreams where I loose my teeth. I can feel them coming loose with my prying two fingers and taste the metallic. That's the strangest part, the undeniable taste of iron. Isn't that a sign. Some symbol.