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Signed on the line.
Often times, I don't remember you. I am waiting for the day to come un-rotten. I keep telling you, "when that happens, I can turn my face." But I never do, because in those small moments when it does, I'm busy waiting for the next low to come.
I'm sorry you've never seen my face. -
B a b y, ba by, b aby, this is the third part of the story.
Its the long-range pressure I don't do well with. I think its the waiting. I can't just do it all in one go, like a "don't-stop-adrenaline-pumping" sort of thing. I'm impatient, and long stretches of time with little to keep my mind on make me anxious. Especially when I'm in a stressful situation that I have to get myself through, but have to wait ( Read more... ) -
Actually, fuck you.
Instead, I stood there pulling the dead parts off my flowers. -
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(this is the blood on my sleeve) -
... and nothing will ever be the same.
I can see now that I can't keep you around. I can't hold that image of you standing there at the end of the line in my head because it's a safety net ... when there shouldn't be one.
A stiff ache, all the time. Like if I move the wrong way, all my bones might just snap and droop in directions they shouldn't. A stiff ache, for the rest of my life. -
Life is a beautiful thing .... as long as I hold the strings.
Looking out the window, I see a thin layer of snow covering the ground. But it is an illusion. There is no snow. Maybe its the glare from the windows, or the slight fog and cold. Maybe that's it. Snow and cold, desolation. Maybe that's why this town is so much more like my last town, why towns aren't enough, why I just want to be out. Not anywhere ( Read more... ) -
The Old Piano Roll Blues.
Now that the excitement and go-go-go of the holidays has gone, I'm left with the silence of knowing that I no longer have any idea what to do now ( Read more... ) -
Megapolynationalism Part I.
In giving you a cut of my life insurance money, I am buying you off.
I just want to start. Now. I'm not good with all this patience and waiting stuff. -
Inert!
Leaving for New York on Friday. I'll be there for 6 days. I think she thinks I have a solution, or that she can convince me to stay. She'd be wrong either way ( Read more... )