over the year ago
May 7, 2007, 1:45 AM
Going to bed soon; soon I will
sleep well. The Knife is on my
mind, and blond, blue eyes
people are running through my
head. David Blaine is on TV,
(and what a humanitarian he
is). Yes? No? My eyes are
getting dry.
May 7, 2007, 1:27 PM
My cheeks are rosy and flushed.
It's so steaming hot today. I'm as
red as the sun. Fire risk: extreme.
An arsonists dream.
May 08, 2007, 1:19 AM
My lips are dry and chaffed and
my lungs feel worn. My spine is
in pain. I can feel my period
coming. Maybe I should take a
bath and wash my face while
smoking a cigarette with good faith.
May 08, 2007, 9:30 PM
My stomach is full. My mind
is bloated. Is there anything
better? I have a mess to clean
up.
May 10, 2007, 2:53 PM
I'm sick. Just took a shower.
I just tanned and smoked a
cigarette. My brain is tanned
and burning. Must read, must
ride, must get to the next
station.
May 11, 2007, 4:22 AM
Can't sleep. Something's wrong.
Not sure what. I'll try, but I hurt
and sting. Too uncomfortable to
sleep naked.
May 11, 2007, 8:53 PM
My mind is scanning for
something. Some fulfillment.
I don't know, nobody else does.
I don't know, just like everybody else does.
May 12, 2007, 9:10 PM
"Something has changed."
Entering a new world, it
feels good. Drunk, slightly;
high slightly. Good, slightly;
Bad, slightly.
May, 12, 2007, 11:29 PM
I feel fat and cheeky. I am
waiting in the queue. Know
it so well. "You are the captain
of the whole fucking facility."
"All the niggers cut in line."
The only guys that do it.
Niggers aren't black people
anymore. Now, niggas are black
people.
May 14, 2007, 11:23 PM
Holocaust; because it cost,
a dubious wash. History
aligns itself in repetition that
is measured by all prophesies;
the Maya and the bible, Hegel
and Marx; predictions are as
repetitious as their makers:
ourselves.
May 15, 2007, 10:59 PM
I need to study, but
I can't concentrate.
I need to concentrate,
but my mind wanders.
I need to stop my mind,
but I can't. I have bronchitis,
and my lungs are sore. I
drink my coffee, but mind
falls asleep, foot falls asleep,
hand falls asleep.I smoke
another cigarette and cough
a little. I'm thinking about
drinking, I think my drink.
May 22, 2007, 1:09 AM
Punk crazy. I bumped,
jostled, bruised, punched,
humped, drunk, drunk, drunk,
jumped, shook, bled, knocked,
fell, traveled, took a train, danced,
swam, ran, hiked, walked, smoked,
bummed, tanned.
Chelsea had it in for us;
she took a beating.
Mike kicked his feet
and clapped his hands;
he showed us magic in the street.
Daniel shook his hands
and bore a fever;
he groaned like stiff wood.
Trevor lit in LA;
he shook me once,
and shook me twice;
he protected me from fists.
Going to bed soon; soon I will
sleep well. The Knife is on my
mind, and blond, blue eyes
people are running through my
head. David Blaine is on TV,
(and what a humanitarian he
is). Yes? No? My eyes are
getting dry.
May 7, 2007, 1:27 PM
My cheeks are rosy and flushed.
It's so steaming hot today. I'm as
red as the sun. Fire risk: extreme.
An arsonists dream.
May 08, 2007, 1:19 AM
My lips are dry and chaffed and
my lungs feel worn. My spine is
in pain. I can feel my period
coming. Maybe I should take a
bath and wash my face while
smoking a cigarette with good faith.
May 08, 2007, 9:30 PM
My stomach is full. My mind
is bloated. Is there anything
better? I have a mess to clean
up.
May 10, 2007, 2:53 PM
I'm sick. Just took a shower.
I just tanned and smoked a
cigarette. My brain is tanned
and burning. Must read, must
ride, must get to the next
station.
May 11, 2007, 4:22 AM
Can't sleep. Something's wrong.
Not sure what. I'll try, but I hurt
and sting. Too uncomfortable to
sleep naked.
May 11, 2007, 8:53 PM
My mind is scanning for
something. Some fulfillment.
I don't know, nobody else does.
I don't know, just like everybody else does.
May 12, 2007, 9:10 PM
"Something has changed."
Entering a new world, it
feels good. Drunk, slightly;
high slightly. Good, slightly;
Bad, slightly.
May, 12, 2007, 11:29 PM
I feel fat and cheeky. I am
waiting in the queue. Know
it so well. "You are the captain
of the whole fucking facility."
"All the niggers cut in line."
The only guys that do it.
Niggers aren't black people
anymore. Now, niggas are black
people.
May 14, 2007, 11:23 PM
Holocaust; because it cost,
a dubious wash. History
aligns itself in repetition that
is measured by all prophesies;
the Maya and the bible, Hegel
and Marx; predictions are as
repetitious as their makers:
ourselves.
May 15, 2007, 10:59 PM
I need to study, but
I can't concentrate.
I need to concentrate,
but my mind wanders.
I need to stop my mind,
but I can't. I have bronchitis,
and my lungs are sore. I
drink my coffee, but mind
falls asleep, foot falls asleep,
hand falls asleep.I smoke
another cigarette and cough
a little. I'm thinking about
drinking, I think my drink.
May 22, 2007, 1:09 AM
Punk crazy. I bumped,
jostled, bruised, punched,
humped, drunk, drunk, drunk,
jumped, shook, bled, knocked,
fell, traveled, took a train, danced,
swam, ran, hiked, walked, smoked,
bummed, tanned.
Chelsea had it in for us;
she took a beating.
Mike kicked his feet
and clapped his hands;
he showed us magic in the street.
Daniel shook his hands
and bore a fever;
he groaned like stiff wood.
Trevor lit in LA;
he shook me once,
and shook me twice;
he protected me from fists.