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Sure, why not?
Ah, what a year has been 2011 ( Read more... ) -
Quick notes from a blurry place.
Took the 1.2 about what? An hour ago? Can't totally keep that solid now. It's nicely... morphic. Colours start expanding, words become larger and eat up the sky with their depth and breadth. I can barely keep up, such a little battered chicken on the side. Dosed in delicious gravy - oh, they don't make it like that any more, but you can still get ( Read more... ) -
Here's Where We Draw The Fight Like Thunder
It's been a good few days. Fuck, it's been a good while. A good while of whatever ( Read more... ) -
Feeling The Function.
I am typing at work, waiting to go to Anna's birthday. It's cold and rainy outside. Two days ago there was a ton of snow, which was awesome ( Read more... ) -
Happy This Year, Self!
(I posted this in my other journal as well, but I like to keep a running tab on myself all over the place.... :P)
(I posted this as a facebook note, but honestly, I'm a little tapped out for energetic writings this morning, so in leu of something newer and more awesomer.....)
Seriously, new friends and old... You have no idea how much it means to me ( Read more... ) -
I'm just going to come right out and suggest it.
Penultimate day before my birthday. The second to last day of being 31. I've thought of myself as 32 for months now, just getting used to the idea. I guess I did the same thing with 31, and every year before that. It's what I'm all about, for sure.
Man, it felt good putting down my copy of Scott Pilgrim VS The World. I've been waiting to own that ( Read more... ) -
This is very much "like" working.
It's a cold and rainy November night in the comic store. Lots of hipsters, and a bored old black guy who'll read comics for a couple hours and then leave without every making a purchase - like magic!
Me, I'm out of my skull here. I left Josh alone at the front. I always leave Josh alone at the front. I feel bad for him, but he makes the most of it ( Read more... ) -
Don't move me, just love me.
Been looking back over the years. I thought I'd post on my birthday more often. But I didn't ( Read more... ) -
Hollow Shit
Coming down from acid, alone, post November 5th.
I think it's just tough because I want to interact with something? Instead I just feel so adrift. Untouched. -
Stupid Sentimental Bastard - Grow Up! :D
An entry in two journals. 2000 words written of the start of a novel. 40 push-ups. That's the kind of morning this dope-smoking degenerate beatnik is gonna roll through. A hard fuck and the click-clack of the zippo lighter ( Read more... )