Seventeenth time crushes the spirit. Brutal, backbreaking indifference may have been the cause. And this loping apathetic, spinning marvels from banalities rather than earnestness into intimacy, won't accidentally appeal to the attraction. Countering, deflecting, and razing the mood; is jollity lost, permitting politeness to seep in, or is there no ( Read more... )

I want to live in a cottage by the lakeside during the summers. After I finish school I want to get a good job, then leave that job against my better judgment for no good reason. I wish I wanted to have better handwriting all the time, not just when I'm trying to read what I've written. I want somebody I've known, but was never really close with ( Read more... )

Two lovers reminded by the constant solace of domesticated life fear the limits of thier transparency. To shield their offspring from the font of hopelessness congealing at the base of every home, and in chorus with their stoic neighbors, they silently agree to stake no complaint towards their station. They are preserving their timeline just as ( Read more... )

Because Japan is in the midst of losing control of their nuclear reactors, Libya has broken out into civil war, Michigan has been unilaterally auctioned off to corporations, and the northwest passage is open and openly polluted. Why should I need another reason to drink? Happy St. Patty's Day ( Read more... )

So I've been thinking about some things. I had an album name, The King of the Devil Blues, a direct allusion to Robert Johnson, that convinced me I'm not so great at thinking about things ( Read more... )

Whatever Jon Steward and Rachel Maddow talk about seems pretty important. It's all but a little left leaning social commentary. It's entertainment at the very least; at most it's consistent political broadcasting. A world away from my life, though. I don't know enough to be able to talk about it. Plus, I never talk about politics with anyone. ( Read more... )

Said the fifth to the third: "the first is always easy" it played out by itself ( Read more... )

The season's end has come at last. Today Lou told me that many people have canceled their clean-ups, and there was no reason for me to go into work. There may be one or two days left, reserved for the final big complexes. For the most part however, I am done. Once I believed that I could enjoy this line of manual labor. If anything, I realize ( Read more... )

One month has actually passed since I started working. I cannot believe it. I'm cutting lawns for $8 an hour, under the table. It's supposed to be part-time, but this week I put in 39 hours in four days. I'm a zombie. I feel exhausted and sore when I don't work, anxious and tired when i do. The first few days of this job had me falling asleep ( Read more... )

I feel dumb. I'm wearing a shirt right now that I bought the summer before my sophomore year of high school. It has a picture of Homer Simpson and says "Old School". I've grown my hair out and chopped it off countless times since I graduated. I haven't accumulated enough credits to be considered a junior yet, and unless I choose English as my ( Read more... )