Cadence, by me

Patronizing sirens,

The social descant and quiver.

Loose tendons; a visceral fortune

to dance high heeled cocaine

on a floor of metabolic octane:

The lavender flash from pleasure

then shame.

Forgetting the undervalued commodity,

Now invested by preference.

Dialogue.

With the median voter of the Supreme Court retiring under a neo-con government, I fear the impending rightward sway of the Judicial branch. Garcia, the current Attorney General, is likely to be backdoored (no pun intended, he really reaaaaaaally hates gays) while congress is on recess to avoid a filibuster...and even if they try to push him during ( Read more... )

Goddamnit I am so bored. Is there anyone that can save me from the banality?

Last night I had a very bizzare dream. After returning from a road trip in which we survived completely off of hijacked frozen pizza (grace a Juan) I found my street littered with kids playing in the summer sun. There were hundreds of them, all enjoying the simple pleasure of the school-less summer dusk. The simplicity of this innocence came to an ( Read more... )

I realized the other day, that one thing bothers me more than the livestrong band fashion* and. that is the stupid soccer-mom SUVs that infest the north shore that have one of those big yellow ribbons on the back.** See the reason why that pisses me off is because it is Ironic. No, not just ironic, irony is hip these days...It is ignorantly ironic ( Read more... )

Well, I am at work right now. I guess the only reason why I am writing this is because I am bored stiff, there is no work for me to do but I dont want to go home and sacrifice hours. SO I am looking busy while typing in my livejournal. Shhh. Blah blah blah blah blah fdisoajfidosjfieosjfisofjsifosjfisofjsifosjfio ( Read more... )

After a week incomunicato, I get a drunk dial from the enigmatic Kamela who, in a bout of lonliness accompanied by the redundant rain blues, found me to be the most suiting target of her attention and, once again, momentary affection. She asked me why, why did I have to leave that night rather than stay with her; bizzare, I thought, considering ( Read more... )

Nostalgia is filtered, giving us the best, pulp free memories.
Remember when I was going to move to new york, my last day before college started?
We were driving to Bickfords?
Cried waterfalls of snot and tears about the passing of an Era?
Where did those feelings go?

I'm Gradumicated!

Hesitation is, in my opinion, the worst thing you can do in New York City ( Read more... )