That damn piano line is all i can hear sometimes ( Read more... )

I left for work early this morning so I could stop and get coffee ( Read more... )

I could hear her soft footsteps going back and forth back and forth outside the bathroom door ( Read more... )

I was sitting under a street light with dry blood on my cracked lips ( Read more... )

Every night I go to sleep sick with the smell of cigarettes.
The sun about to come up and I am going out,
to a place much safer than this world.
A land with mountains made of speakers.
Speakers that only play The Velvet Underground.

“You can hear Jack say... Sweet Jane”

As I sat down at my messy desk to write this ( Read more... )

I was on the train reading some Selby
His writing is so quick that it gave me a headache
I feel sick
But i want to grab it out of my bag and continue
Its called Waiting Period
Most of the book consists of the thoughts of a man
Its so real that my head hurts

On the porch taking a break from boxing everything up. I hear people say that when they move, they “box their life up.” Sounds like bullshit to me. My possessions are not my life ( Read more... )

I was left alone in front of an old oak door. My hand turned its neglected knob without me having to think for a moment. I will always open the door. I walk in to a room without shutting the door behind me. The room is still. For several minutes I sit on the floor, running my fingers through the long shag carpet ( Read more... )