nevermind

aspen...she whispers in the dark...where are you...where are you? i can feel your soul - hence the reason for the punctuation...oh my oh my punctuate, liberate...write aspen WRITE...why won't you write...oh me...oh my...where am I...

Wishing Rimbaud were here I study my hand. It looks very reptilian and I am concious of the fact that repetition is repeatative. And so it goes. Philo is, as usual, the only thing making sense and the poetic conciousness always clicks...more repeatition i always destroy although trying not to make it a point. that's just not so nice. wishing ( Read more... )

and i continue to suck at life...

so, since last night i have studied bass materials....then my cell phone manual (as it was the closest thing to me at the time)....then went upstairs and talked to my mom, who was also awake at such an ung-dly hour (heard coffee grinding around 3:45am)...now, although i could be working on my book, dying my hair, playing the claudio, or i suppose a ( Read more... )

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>1. who are you, what's our relationship ( Read more... )

i feel like i've been laying in bed for weeks...sickness makes me a little too disorientated for my already disorientated good. something F'ed up all my musik on dell and that makes me sad as i do not have the energy to fix it...so, satanic computer demons beware...i WILL at some point muster up the wrath to destroy you...and my musik will be ( Read more... )

i've expressed before that there is something more than really weird and uncanny about waking up to some wack-ass info-mercial...actually any info-mercial. i know what i must be in for today....total lack of anything really making sense...welcome to my reality...but so much more intense. EH, especially when it's some smut like GGW. that shit ( Read more... )