the smell of this ( ) makes me want brown rice and a make-out session with a skyline view. today i have been electrically surged with creativity and i thank my lucky whatever-those-may-be. i'm inactively searching for hope in all the wrong...nooks and crannies. i'm a stubborn surrealist. i am a frequent liar. i am my biggest fear. i am being ( Read more... )

dreyfus once wrote from Devil's Island that he would see the most glorious birds. many later in Brittany he realized they had only been sea gulls... For me they will always be glorious birds.

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i like your dry sense of humor.

too many trips to the free library. someone meet me one day. please please.

my life is fine, i'm better this way.

the more i hate the less i feel...of anything.


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right, so i think it's a terrible thing, a horrible crime in fact to pick up the phone while he's leaving his tired message. the sequence of words define me: i'm a horrible person.

"i think it says i'm missing."

where should i move?

i wonder why planes seem like they go so slow to those below, but up above they speed farther away from here. i want to be that plane, making cloudy smoke trails in the sky. i'd probably spell out the way i felt in gigantic letters, enormous cursive letters, for you.