Does that mean no one on my friends' list uses this site anymore?

and I cannot stop feeling you slip away.

the days are no longer my own.

ahhhh Viceland, I will never stray.

http://www.viceland.com/issues_uk/v2n6/htdocs/home.php

this is how nervous public speaking makes me: I was practicing my speech in the mirror, per my instructor's suggestion, and had to pause to go throw up.

and to think of the countless times i said,
no!
with such conviction,
when i should simply have said,
yes, please.

curiously the night
changes the shape of things

to bear - (funcition: verb)

1a: to move while holding up and supporting
b : to be equipped or furnished with
c : BEHAVE, CONDUCT
d : to have as a feature or characteristic
e : to give as testimony
f : to have as an identification
g : to hold in the mind or emotions
h : DISSEMINATE
i : LEAD, ESCORT
j : RENDER, GIVE
2 a : to give birth to ( Read more... )

most nights are similar. lying there, watching you sleep. wondering how many hours will pass before i, too, am adrift. blank stares that only sometimes focus on the poetry that this room is so heavy with. what is it that fuels my idle body into such early hours of every morning?

breakfast at tiffany's
the adventures of augie march
the tin drum
momento mori
to kill a mockingbird (again)
jane eyre
wide saragasso sea
don quixote
love in the time of cholera
the shining
if on a winter's night a traveler
contact
foucaults pendulum
a prayer for owen meany
choke (again)