Thier inky wings tore a hole in the sky like two somber eyes glaring down at me. I was so moved, like an mumbling insomniac who has found the full moon for the first time. A sleepless shipwreck seeing the cold blue glow through a smoke stained window, through film covered eyes, through this pulsing air. This sickness is doing nothing for the ( Read more... )

The more things change the more they stay the same. I got my first formal paper back today. Now I can finally bury Frankenstein deep within my subconscious, only to bring it up at times when describing my own personal flaws ( Read more... )

Andrew called me last night and made me realize something about all of this. We talked for all of five minutes, but it made a lot of stuff clear. Live journal is, as we have seen time and time again, a place of rotting carrion and hungry vultures. It is a place of public execution and maligned truths. It is a sanctuary for the misinformed to ( Read more... )

So here goes the rest of the year I guess. It kind of seems like this whole college thing is just like highschol all over again. I have atleast one John Harsmark and one Raeanna Snyder in each of my classes. Bummer. Mondays are nice because my brain doesn't really have to start working untill 3..and that's just swell by me. I had to spend ( Read more... )

I just watched "True Stories" and it was brilliant. It just reaffirmed my belife that David Byrn is a prophet of the modern day. He seems to be the only one who understands the absurdity of this life ( Read more... )

Every day I walk out into the crisp clean morning air. I feel like I'm surrounded by stars and planets. People orbiting around me. Each affecting the gravitational pull of the other. Everbody changes the rise and fall of the tides inside one another. I look upon people and I see moons and stars and suns. Glowing brightly, shimmering softly, ( Read more... )

Two lips touching 'twixt time untiwning. Oh the possibilities.

I feel like I'm knee deep in the milky way. One day everything will melt away and I'll find myself with stars in my eye sockets. Untill then I wait for rain to wash away these dead beat blues. I want those saphire bullets to warm my heart.

Yesterday I did something that I haven't done for a long time. I went out to the dead machines, struggling weeds, broken glass and cold dirt. I stopped. I heard the wild violets and I saw the wind burned beauty. A friend promised me that they would take the mad plunge. I'm ready for it, I want to fall into the unknown. I want to be bruised and ( Read more... )

There are a few things in this life that I take absolute comfort in. One is clear crisp nights. I can see my breath in the cold, which reminds me that I'm alive. And I can see the stars, which reminds me how pointless my life really is.