&you're a familiar landscape but I have to commit your beauty to writing.

Each small toe. Each crevice I dared to approximate. Each mistake, always lovelier than its predecessor. The way you look without seeing, but most especially the way you are able to exhume all the information you need at first glance. The Archaeology of Inventive and Invented ( Read more... )

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An Exercise of Patience, or the Saga of How Time Forged a Partnership with Distance:In lieu of a too-telling, too-long journal entry, there was supposed to be a photo. To stand in for us and the twists and rising action. To invoke all the songs and all the thxforthmmrs posts and posters ( Read more... )

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It's easier to edit than to write. Perhaps in the same way that it's easier to detail all the flaws of your (hypothetical) friend's (hypothetical) less-than-perfect boyfriend than find yourself a man-god with Derek Ramsay's body, Stephen Hawking's brain and Adam Brody's curls. Or try this combo on for size: girlfriend - Yvonne Strahovski's body, ( Read more... )

an excuse for technological evangelism.

I am interrupting this blog's unintentional--but rather successful--hiatus to bring you the BEST. NEWS. EVAR.

My baby's home.

Meet Brillantes( (and read about the story/s behind his name). )

Today. Most days, impenetrable through ordinary means. Today's love note is tomorrow's history homework. Maimed and pedestalized by history. DIS.JOIN.TED. Hyphenation, or compartmentalization, is not my strongest suit.

Last night is this morning. And our love could have soared over playgrounds / and rooftops. Russell Lissack is one cute sonuva. ( Read more... )

The affairs of the heart, a retail industry--words at discounted prices, shoplifters of emotions, a (coat rack) for stories at the entrance.

+Semantics.

"Today, I quit my first job."

I've been trying my hardest but I couldn't find more concise phrasing than this - that I quit my first job. My main problem with it, I suppose, lies not in the factual component of the sentence, but with the connotation of the word "job". Too run-of-the-mill. Too impersonal. Too... sterile. Because while I ( Read more... )

I'm up for it, World. Load the gun, cock the trigger, shoot and take me wherever you want to find me a year or two from now. I need some cure, I need the cure for my myopia.