Yesterday, I held her while the doctor injected her with a milky fluid that made her go to sleep. It smelled vaguely chemical, but it was inoffensive and sort of comforting. Maybe like a weird dream a kid has after seeing rain for the first time. Not the vile purple or radioactive-green fluid I was expecting. More like the insulin I take every day ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

The leaves cast a spray of shadows into the smoke from my cigarette. The Summer has been tense, but still pleasant. I've escaped Stadius (Dallas) without having my probation revoked. An end to ten years of a special kind of Hell is in sight [see "Decade X", July 26th, 2008 ( Read more... )

Right now I'm watching stuff I filmed around the time I left this place back in 2001-2002. It's a series of tapes spanning at least three years, maybe more, entitled "Deconstruction". Eighteen+ hours total. I cringe constantly as I watch a drunken, fucked-up manchild stumble around in front of the camera, lone and with various friends and family. ( Read more... )

Summer, 2007 ( Read more... )

"her eyes resting on dunes" as you see it right now, sans the quotation marks, is what popped up this time, like an entry from Feb. 25th, 2007. Hm. Her Eyes Resting on Dunes.. You may hear that phrase again. Believe that if you do hear it again, it will be true. What a barren field her gaze has scanned these past years ( Read more... )

SUN.

okay. guess they ran with something else.

i remember ( Read more... )

Hard Sun beating down on glistening flesh, now tense from days in the Yard ( Read more... )