Understand that the brevity and infrequency with which these entries are constructed in no way reflects the attitude towards my views on writing. I meant to begin this journal as an outlet for my scribblings but it seems my ideas confine themselves to the murky and often vacant space of my mind-cellar. While driving I'll daydream some idea-- a ( Read more... )

On the brink of social reconstructions, familial disconnects, and cosmic upheavals in general I find myself bereft of direction. For the past week I have done nothing of note, no preparations for my trip upward or the endless journey inward and I feel more stale and dated than a lone, naked and neglected saltine on an oputlently garnished snack ( Read more... )

I await December all year. In December events occur that couldn't take place at any other time, people just aren't in the same mindsets during the others months. Maybe its because of the 'holidays' and the multitudes that suddenly glow with a positive cheer, irrevocably changing those around them. Perhaps with the iminent onslaught of gifts people ( Read more... )

For the first time I'm taking the advice of my daily horoscope. More on how that pans out at a later date. My classes officially end Friday, and after that I just have a few tests and assignments to fulfill until I'm free at last. I keep staring at this "Stangers with Candy" poster on the wall at Cafe Artiste and its so fucking weird. My mind is ( Read more... )

1 soon to be 19 year old gay male looking for roommate for apartment in Austin. Can be flexible with any sort of request/allowance wanted. Planning on moving late December/early January. That is all.

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From time to time I beat myself over the writing I have yet to produce. Will it make sense? Will it find an audience? Can a jaded kid with a fetish for classic and pretentious literature truly find a niche in words? Maybe. What keeps me going throughout these periods of delusion are the charming pick-me-ups of the writing world. I will refer ( Read more... )

Here is a sentence I've been working on ( Read more... )

I'm in my usual hiding place outside of my apartment or Chris's room, Cafe Artiste. Around 11:15 every Thursday morning 50% of the available seating is taken by some social club of gay men all over the age of 50 who enjoy, as far as I can see, small talk about the 'old days' and quaint club sandwiches with various condiments of vice of the side ( ( Read more... )

Nip me eagerly ( Read more... )