My Poem

I am not myself
I fulfill different roles in relation to different people and things
yes, you guessed it
I am a broken coffee maker in the trash
an unreliable old friend
in relation to the coffee drinker
but a new and interesting guest
in relation to the trash
this is so relaxing

An overhead projector at the back of the car projects your view of the road on to the windshield which is lit from behind by the sun. At your current speed it seems that you are unable to move beyond the horizon so you step on the gas pedal and accidentally drive the car through it's windshield ( Read more... )

I threw out a lot of old artwork yesterday because I did not like the memories that I recalled when I looked at it. Considering the time and emotion that I put into those images, I was almost reluctant to get rid of them. However, I soon realized that, even if I threw them away, they had still been worth my energy to make ( Read more... )

Saying "thank you" is so easy and worthwhile!

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I am becoming very intimate with Borges. I read him while eating chocolate ice cream. I read him in the steaming bath tub. After my bath, I slather on lotion with the faintest scent and read him as I lay soft and nude beneath the covers.

I was, sadly, just converting my pitiful love problems into some Nathan/Toki fanfic when I get hit with this: "You should watch True Beauty on channel 4 and stop making creepy witchcraft art of Luis."


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Yesterday I discovered Metalocalypse slash and have since indulged in reading many Nathan/Toki sexcapades. If that's not a guilty pleasure, I don't know what is.

http://www.dethslash.com/