What was I thinking last night? I think I am irritating people in hyperspace. Wish it would snow here. Something. Sleep maybe. Please let me let go now and sleep.

Like it was in the '70s and and like could access wooden panelling like I cannot now. Don't know why that is. Tried to text apple schnapps to a friend and it didn't work; the number keys are sticking so its back to the keybored. My heart still beats and my eye focuses enuf to get the job done. Playin lonesome ranger riding the LJ ranch of self ( Read more... )

there goes that liquid thing again ( Read more... )

grey of old newspapers and walls that could still use a paint ( Read more... )

Can’t shut my eyes or the grave spin begins. You are loud in a quiet room of reverent thought of first principles and attributes that describe the total reach of space. And when cans go out of place and the rhythmic stride becomes both our meter and hallowed record of our days, our fate - what then my eyes? my spleen? may despair ever on a candle ( Read more... )

Oh so bitter the fall and taste, oh so cool the drub of drops on my skin and abrasion of me; arch poisons of blue eyes that can still close and the labored earth that can and will soon call. It rains now east and north of here in the corner of her windblown and leaf clotted field. By her resting steel rusted fence and her wait for me. By her ( Read more... )

Thank God it is raining outside. It is a deep and delicious rain that keeps pressing on the way a night rain should. I love it in that it connects me to the darkened forest and scudding clouds that catch the brim of argon lights a mile hence. I love the sound of it, the cold of it, and the transition of it. Blood would so well diffuse in this ( Read more... )

The old mania of feeling dawn approaching and I should have tried sleeping but I didn't and I can feel a day getting away from me again. Surfing LJs looking for those like me; dropping random words where I think they might amuse or help. Go to fucking bed. Let it/them go. Let the night die sleep sleep sleep please sleep sleep stop it stop it ( Read more... )

I am debating with myself if I should be doing this. Is it a healthy expression of loneliness or a form of self abuse? I liked many of the old LJ posts I just deleted but cant get to the root of why I write them and to whom. I am actually sober right now and am debating the utility of this state. Sober is quiet, odd feeling, I can see why some ( Read more... )

Like its I'm spat out in some later reality of warm winters and the forest growth of nasal hair. Where am I now? Where are my friends and all that came before? Likesome Ryvita horizon done in crabgreen and wet paper; like some rusty windblown swingset or clovergrown sandpit; like some low sunangle afternoon in a winter beachtown or the sound of ( Read more... )