it was that night at your friend's house, at the party.
i had no idea that dryer sheet was hiding in my trouser cuff.
you laughed as if you'd break, and i saw it--
your face...your eyes...
i pretended not to notice, but that's when i knew.
if only your falling out of love had been as obvious
or as felicitous.

I hate when uppity douchebags spend their existence making your life miserable but then have the nerve to let loose with some power plays, snarl you up with some politics, then smile wider than a Buick and sign all their emails as your "Brother/Sister in Faith." I have a hard time believing that my true Brother/Sister in Faith would spend so much ( Read more... )

The street I grew up on had a rather nice-sized park at the end of the street. There were at least three baseball diamonds, an area I remember using as a soccer field, and a couple patches of trees and overgrowth that had a few trails running through it. Call it urban bucolic. These trails were simultaneously fascinating and disturbing--littered ( Read more... )

You have just been SECRET CHIMPED!!! Whatcha gonna dooooo?

I close my eyes, and I am floating ( Read more... )

It's a dream. I know it's a dream, but this doesn't keep me from feeling like it's real. I'm in a field on the edge of a forest somewhere in middle earth, apparently, and there's thunder in the distance. It gets louder, and the sky's blackening in the south. It's horse hooves. Armies are heading my way, and all at once I comprehend what's ( Read more... )

I've never seen Paul lose his temper, but today was the day ( Read more... )

World to David: Fuck you ( Read more... )

Two more shows, and I will be done with the pit orchestra for Tri-C West's production of 1776... and the sound guy has almost figured out what the fuckity fucking fuck he should be doing. All the leads are really pretty good, and it's been a fun group to play with. The horn part for the second half of the show just keeps on getting higher and ( Read more... )

Ian: Hey, did you guys notice I'm not wearing black today?
Me: You mean, like you did last night when we played the vigil?
Ian: Yeah.
Me: But nothing says "Christ our lord is risen indeed!" like a tuba
player tricked out like Johnny Cash on a bender.
Ian: I love you, David.