So now I'm leaving this place after so many years. I may be the last to go, but there are so many comings and goings that I can't keep track of it all. So instead I'll listen to old Less than Jake and clean a room that was mine for too long.

Writing without an audience is elusive. As if lines were hidden behind such simple household things: pots, ( Read more... )

Splitting,
Like broken masks
          littered on the table-

halves burning holes
in search of some abstract paragon.

And suddenly I am overcome by diligence

(ever expanding, consuming the very air about it.)

It was as Spring, wrapped
about a leafless tree.

Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
Like the sun is just going to drop if it’s night you demand.
Well, in the dark we are just air so the house might dissolve.
But once we are gone,
who is gonna care if we were ever here at all?
Well, summer is going to come
and it’s gonna cloud our eyes again.
There is not need to focus when there is ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to grow my hair out, again.

Things slip up and down. I'm sick of settling in.

These days I'm just waiting to be saved.

The opening track to the new Say Anything is fantastic. Go listen.

More of what you all don't care about.

'Tis the season, eh? I've been playing TCGs for a long time now. I got my first starter deck of Magic: the Gathering when I was in 4th grade (think, 1995) and my love of the cardboard has lasted through Game of Thrones, Star Wars TCG, and now the behemoth that is WoW. What does this all mean? It means that WoW ( Read more... )

My 360 is getting its first good workout since September, and even then I can't say that Halo 3 was truly a game I "played to death." Sure I got through the campaign on normal and played a bunch of multi-player, but at the time it felt more of a chore to "finish the fight" than to enjoy a good gaming experience. I make no qualms, Assassin's Creed ( Read more... )

Somewhat excited by the snow, as if it falls into some old, broken lock (forgotten) and pins begin the slow process of clicking.

Too much forgotten. Too much left behind.

To drive (anywhere) will be a journey. A new discovery. A new beginning rising out of stench and refuse.

(The song rings, as it did long before. And the ringing finds ears unstopped ( Read more... )

Hey, If you have a moment, check out this thesis proposal for clarity!( The Sacred Bounce )

Strangely transcient. The past twenty-four hours have been sleeping and waking over again. I'm dust in the eye and too many wads of cotton stuffed into cheeks red with embarassment ( Read more... )