comin' down i know the rain hasnt fallen for weeks but dont wake me up until its risin again fifteen feet from above from below your feet.
thats the only thing i'll find to make waking up really matter.

was it worth it to collapse the way i felt to make me something less that looked so much better?

this is subconscious. i wrote it in 20 minutes. its nothing worth reading nor worth editing. dont take it as anything i give myself credit for; by all means, please don't take it as anything that I would abide by ( Read more... )

mostly paragraphical phrases on what I'm working on now ( Read more... )

i'm excited about this

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Trumbo

in a story about my mother i talk about more about myself than about her. its less of a selfish declaration and more of a selfish complaint ( Read more... )

still in a small country house in idaho. its cold. looked at baby pictures of myself. i was adorable. spending a lot of time reading my father's books of disease, and an entire textbook on comas.
a book called Histology. Thats a silly word. I'm not going to be reading that one ( Read more... )

i won, shawn trumbo, i won.

-lily

she wouldnt let me go out unless i was abiding by a short set of promises. a pledge to a positive. something that would make sure i wouldnt fall asleep sitting up or standing up or upside down ( Read more... )

Journeys home were always a test. somewhere easier to go to with company or to harbor secrets and a bad temper to keep control to confess a further fatigue one towards what you really want and in which you will sooner or later fail ( Read more... )