newest vices:
-boards of canada.
-the dresden dolls.
-salad fingers.
-reading bukowski poems on the bus.
-feeling things again.
-random bruises and lesions.
-taking the piss out of respondents at work.
-head massages.

older vices:
-chain smoking
-coffee
-tom waits
-reading bukowski short stories on the bus.
-being a cold heartless machine
-pretending to be a ( Read more... )

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A Single Explosion - Matthew Good

I dreamt last night of sirens
By flashlight I had found you
You just held my hand
By the bright lights in some ICU
Even the planless have a plan
I can't write love songs when I'm on these things
I'm affable, responsible
But hard to be around
It's correctible and they're right you know
It's as easy as it sounds
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        a few weeks ago, my mother and i were discussing my love life. she had said something along the lines of "the next time you go on a date, i should pick her." i said that would be fine. she said "oh, what about (so-and-so)? i liked her. i thought she had a crush on you."  i replied that yes, in fact, i think so-and-so did have a crush on me ( Read more... )

i'm still on a winning streak. i'm not going to think about the end of the winning streak. i'm just going to enjoy winning until i'm not anymore ( Read more... )

today was beautiful
i was beautiful.
i soaked up vitamin d like a motherfucking flower,
caught all my buses,
talked to all the right people,
today at least,
i am indestructible.

i think i'll be this way for a while.
but i'm sure it'll all catch up with me eventually.

but not today, sir. not today.

epiphanies are for people who didn't know it all along. that said, i had a reasonable facsimile ( Read more... )

   digging around in the mental sewage. trying hard not to (not) nick important veins and arteries. digging up the dredges of all my past selves. the dross of experience. it smells like burning plastic but i have done the research. there is no more efficient way to process the ore. sorry, personal ozone. you're going down tonight ( Read more... )

i am a walking bruise ( Read more... )