my god,
what have I done?

if i were a tree,
i'd be a cut-down tree

My new hero:


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I've started shoveling for shoveling's sake. There is an impossible divot inside of me, a cavity that can't be filled. I am, in Milton's words, a Blind Mouth; a Buddhist might call me a hungry ghost. Whatever it's called, though, my grout is chipping away, the sand bags have spilled, and no matter how much much I pile in there, none of it will stop ( Read more... )

you wanna fight
for this love
but honey you can not
wrestle a dove

So. Anyone want to buy this for me? I mean, my birthday is coming up soon. I'm worth it, right?

Too little is much too much for me.

And, by the way; "language'? Yeah, you. I just want to say, thanks for letting me down again and again.

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Also. Camera Obscura. Very good stuff.

Uhm. The adventures of Pete and Pete? Yeah, that fucking rocks.