what do i say, miles away? good. go stand in the summer rain and tell me it reminds you of me. i knew better to begin with, and probably could have changed the course of things. or, i would have ended up in rehab with you. how did that happen to you? but i'm glad you're sober now. happy and clean. what do you want with me now? a reminder, of how ( Read more... )

money money, it brings out the worst in people. insanity. crazed irresponsibility. stubborn misunderstandings. and leaves us to get burned by the big figurative cigar at the end of this journey. and yeah, our mistake for putting up with the bullshit, but we did it because we are good people. we gave you a place to rest your head ( Read more... )

i sit down here, in the fresh fallen pink snow-drift petals. The sun burns so hot and bright. But it doesn't fill me up the way it used to, to take a long hard drink of high noon days. strangely absent, a fatal disconnect ( Read more... )

spring again. its too pretty, at night the trees bend heavy with white blossoms over the downtown streets. looks like boughs of warm soft snow in the glow of the streetlamps. the grass is cold and dewy. everything is waking up ( Read more... )

so i did something weird the other day, and reached out into the shitstorm that is the internet. I e-mailed my recommendations on literature(hearty dose of Dawkins) to an aspiring actor, post blog-stalk. I say aspiring, because I'm not sure hosting on MTV and Spike TV really solidifies 'cred' in the 'business'. Whatever the case, its more fame than ( Read more... )

procrastinate, procrastinate.. isn't it the silent killer that gets us all? i am miserably lazy about all things school related since the snow started falling ( Read more... )

'snowmageddon' it was not. nowhere near the 30 inch blizzard. but still, a little over a foot cripples this place. its beautiful. to see fburg under a fluffy blanket, coated trees and buildings. reminds me of home, a little too much. and still its frustrating waiting for spring ( Read more... )

i guess it's time for a ramble, just some word vomit, you know ( Read more... )

i'm falling back in love with psychadelic noise.. just that heavy blare from speakers, that can only be appreciated by those who have visited another dimension. the subtleties of it, just complexity and saturated auditory color. feels like such a throwback ( Read more... )

and i will always sit on the big freudian couch, nestled in between the pillows that are a wall. it will just be that way. and i will spectate, take note, wonder what its like. to help those whose woes are overrun. sometimes i wish i didnt put myself up on that couch, with that big textbook, to work it out. i am removed from it all, even when i am ( Read more... )