5 months. 5 more months ( Read more... )

what is going on. what is going off. what next what now! this is the day of my last class for winter quarter. thank you. thank. y.o.u. a week of rest will be nice. not rest. no. just not class. i quit my job. they tried to make me work 40 hours a week when i asked for 15. me and that job did not get along. waking up every day. at 5. in the a.m. ( Read more... )

i have not written in this little bitch in a while. much has happened. number one. i got a cat! his name is pyscho killer. i named him after my favorite talking heads song. i chase him around the house screaming "ques qua se! fa fa faa fa fa fa faa fa" that is terrible spelling. i have a new job. it requires me to be up in the morning before the ( Read more... )

so what has happened. what happened to you. what happend to me. what happened to dreams and the past. this is what happend to me in the past 7 days. attacked by dog. art destroyed. heart ripped in half. tire on car broken. at least i don't drive that car often. or ever ( Read more... )

heart has exploded. that is all.

has the crazyness returned. yes. upon realizing how tame everything had been for the past months, it has returned. perhaps it is the seasons fault. fall leads to winter and the cold drive children of the south mad. again. onward. to the day of ghosts. and unexpected canadians. our new friends. on route to argentina. a party in their honor and ( Read more... )

nothing left to do but work. so much and so little time and or motivation. all i want to do is spin around in circles in the middle of the street. life as of now. a summer favorite going to france. i will miss her something awful. screaming at the top of my lungs in my bedroom. scream. screaming. long bike rides to the place of dance. dancing and ( Read more... )

an abundance of happenings. hanging teapots in the gallery. turning back. into old ruts. old problems. sinking ships. sitting in dark alleyways. staring at the brick walls falling around you. acting like a torpedo in a crowded bar. baby, you can't keep me still. i'll be the queen on the board. you can be the pawn. locking eyes. is it good. is it ( Read more... )

happy day of birth, creature.
i sent you a package and as long as the postal service does not fuck up, which they often do since they are not good citizens like the rest of us, you should be receiving it in due time.
i will pour a 40oz out in the gutter for you, my brother.

oddities. fact and fiction. such as small dinosaurs clawing their way up the teal walls. antique airplanes. globes with black oceans. my body indented into a brick wall. eyes two black marks. wheels on feet. spending time cutting the fingertips off of every glove. sky captian goggles and leather. one man bands and pointy teeth. if the world ( Read more... )