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playing the piano. slowly, like making love in a sweet tired lul. writing incensantly in my little book. i forget all the things i may have believed before and realize i have to move out of portland within the next year. staying in one place i am still running. my body teeming with volatile energy that is going to corrupt my brain even more if i ( Read more... )

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my eyes feel like dead fish sitting heaily in my tired skull. drinking is a farse. borka has not emailed me with any info about the ticket she said she would buy me to go see her in the south. i grow antsier by the minute. i contemplate seattle. i contemplate new york. i make my little match-boxes and let my neck burn and ache from bending my head ( Read more... )

this is a strait print taken with a 35mm. i'm tired of people thinking my work is digital.

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someone you've never met. obsessively buying plants for your home because you have given up on humans. i don't want to be a part of this mess. i want to escape with someone worthy and do my art. it could be anywhere, the side of a mountain, the middle of the ocean, the center of a city, just with a good one.

i can't stop grinding my teeth and rubbing my tongue along the inside of my bottom four front teeth. in line at powels i realized i was standing there like a dope, systematically pressing my fingertips one by one on my lips. i cannot blame this on caffine. a beautiful girl named demetra kissed me last night. she seemed to have an accent. she ( Read more... )

who bothers to read my myspace blogs anyway? who is this person who posts my words on livejournal? do i even know this person? and why don't they have the balls to leave thier comment/post up?

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