I keep retyping something on this screen to try and convince some unseen audience of some emotion to understand how I feel right now. But unless you know me, not from what I say about myself but from what I do and who I am, you will never understand the sentiment I'm about to express ( Read more... )

In my dream I walked through the State Hospital field under a blue cloudy sky. I entered the woods and walked the forbidden trail, hoping not to run into the police that regularly patrol it. After passing the deserted house beside the path parallel with the Charles River I stopped dead inmy tracks when I heard a roar. Slowly turning around, the ( Read more... )

"Minor Threat was a good band and i have no regrets about that band. I also have no regrets about breaking up. I knew right then and there that we could stay together and it would totally undermine the impact of the band. Some people tell me, 'You should do another show.' I'm 33. If the four of us got on stage again, it would be a fucking joke. You ( Read more... )

what kind of fuckery is this?

My mouth is stale. I was feigning sleep for probably 20 minutes so I wouldn't have to meet this guy and his wife. For some reason my mouth gets stale whenever I nap. It's probably because I consciously keep my mouth closed. I just realized that my mouth is open, so maybe my mouth is usually unconsciously open. Hmm the only time I'm conscious about ( Read more... )

Another constant terror was the war. Since the start of the journey there had been talk of the danger of running into scattered patrols, and the mule drivers had instructed them in the various ways of recognizing the two sides so that they could act accordingly. They often encountered squads of mounted soldiers under the command of an officer, who ( Read more... )

There are certain things that need to end. High school, lives, relationships, bands, piano lessons, meat, books. All those are ending now. But once that newly made void is filled

Met her today pointblank in Grafton Street. The crowd brought us together. We both stopped. She asked me why I never came, said she had heard all sorts of stories about me. This was only to gain time. Asked me, was I writing poems? About whom? I asked her. This confused her more and I felt sorry and mean. Turned off that valve at once and opened ( Read more... )

there's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
jesus christ died for nothing i suppose

Last night I met the girl of my dreams ( Read more... )