This is the worst pain ( Read more... )

I have just purchased fifty dollars worth of Mountain Goats albums. Tommorow I go east. See you all in July suckas.

I am looking over a landscape soon to be abandoned. Setting of the last nine months of my life about to be rushed away in the dark by those people who couldn't get a part in the play but really want to hang out anyway. I am enjoying the novelty of a cigarette in my room because in three days the smell will be someone else's problem. I am locking ( Read more... )

Tonight we are going to Oregon. This is something pure and reasonless. We are going to Oregon at midnight and we know that we can trust it because it is entirely free of logic or order. It should have become obvious at this point that the only thing that can be trusted is that which makes no sense, that which is entirely self justifying and free ( Read more... )

I'm just trying to get some consistency out of this thing. Those who know me well are aware that I am notorious for leaving letters and emails unanswered for months at a time, or soemtimes permanently. It's a habit I struggle with constantly. I'm just an inconsistent and unreliable person. So it goes. I suppose it's better than rigid ( Read more... )

What it is kids. Possible reasons for my disappearence are as follows ( Read more... )

Updating livejournal. Smoking in my room in clear violation of treaties made previously with myself. We are full of surprises, most of them disappointing. Today there was a fight on my bus. Three people boarded, two men, one woman. I was immediately struck with the impression that they had been carefully transplanted from my home county of ( Read more... )

Last night we were tired and in pain, but happy. My room now lit by a constellation of white christmas lights draped casually over floor and furniture. The light is warm and orange somehow, like the room is filled with a swarm of tiny winged fireplaces, drifting about above our heads in a ballet of 3 am laziness. Leo says "tell me a story" and ( Read more... )

I didn't really expect to be updating this thing ever again, for no reason more significant than a gently waning interest. Today my email-o-matic says to me "Livejournal Comment" and I think "my, how strange, seeing as I haven't updated in the last two months" So I open said comment and it is posted anonymously and it says "Your writing makes ( Read more... )

Today: Board the bus at 12:30. Head for school. There is a point on my bus route at which the bus is invariably boarded by several retarded persons of various age and description ( Read more... )