It's moments like these that I feel the loneliest of all - listening to a sad sad song that really only saddens one side of me, carving deep impressions of misery. the other part feels strangely beautiful, like that that momentary surge of elevation one feels at the brink of orgasma. I don't know why I'm so glum. I just am. here, at 11pm, sitting ( Read more... )

I'm musically charged. artistically infumed. yesterday I discovered something that took my breath away for two hott moments. my 2nd and 4th favorite bands are playing within 2 days of each other. The Appleseed Cast on november 3rd, OURS on november 5th. and then, just a mere 4 days later, I'm going to georgia to see my 5th favorite band, The ( Read more... )

I think, that in all my life, I have never once tasted the satiety of being in love. love may not exist at all in my repetoire. rather, I may be capable of holding a mere fancy, a passing idolatry, for that which is elevated intelligentsia, liberated tongue, and wholly, wholly inhumane. perhaps this speaks volumes of my decadent ways; my snobbish ( Read more... )

I am torn between what is right and proper. conventional and misdirect. sagacity and trifling frivolity. and that which is important to that which is not ( Read more... )

I feel murderous.


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I.

these fluctuations of my heart

pit pat.
pit pat.

puppets of prose
black cats in the dark

pit pat.
pit pat.

thirst for a purpose
your manx is a start

you're trapped
you're trapped

daily routines become pillars of salt

II.

pit pat.
pit pat.

my heart races after the moon

pit pat.
pit pat.

moon bleeds into the brazen sun

pit pat ( Read more... )

look at this boy with his nails painted black
no one should see these nails painted black
naked boy-feet with girlie go-luck smile
he lives on a mountain
he lives in denial.
mother comes home
mom sees his feet
what's wrong with you boy?
are you f-u-n-n-y

boy,
are you funny?nail polish and ( Read more... )

It's the eternal yearning for beautification. the ensuing ensnarement of self-exerted control upon the entanglements coiled inside. rawhide ropes wrapped around a cloven heart, my fallible heart held together by the gilded clasp of your love. the gentle exertions of your patient hand willing my heart to give, stilling my soul to receive. where once ( Read more... )

I'm so elated. I have The Strokes album a full month before anyone else. and now I have tickets for The Strokes show in georgia on november 9th. thanks melanie. I love that girl. and morgan will be there too. the potential for delectation... speechless ( Read more... )

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"Steven's log. Sunday, September 28th, in the 2000 and 3rd year of our Lord, 6.53pm eastern time...

Steven has just gotten the new Strokes album.

thank you."

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