I find my self sequestered in family films, knee deep in old memories. Bobby Bruce is here and I feel bad for him, having to deal with all this nostalgia. But he will be my vehicle home tomorrow, so blow wind blow where ever you may go. This may be one of my last vacations here for a long time, but that's kind of a comforting thought. Oh so ( Read more... )

I wonder what would be the best way to measure all these lonly visits. Pherhaps in quantitative phone cards, revolutions around a marble table, squeakes from the bottoms of my shoes, old James Bond reruns (Goldfinger blows my mind to this day), toothpick splinters between my teeth. Maybe I can find all my time in the word "Miserly". I would like ( Read more... )

So it's off to the land of the enlderly. I really don't want to go. I miss Bess allready and I know I'm going to wish she were there with me. I've been missing someone to be warm with, to playin the rain with, and to just have around. Allthough Orme is boring, I would much rather stay here. Well here we go I guess...

I have to go shopping today in Phoenix. Generaly I do okay with shopping, but I don't know how I will fare today. May be a wee bit lonely in the vast expanses of merchandise hell. Tally Ho!!

I put my chips on her shoulder ( Read more... )

Today I witnessed two of the most horrifying things I can recall; the film "Le Cite de les Enfents Perdus(City of Lost Children)" and Mr. Iverson's new teeth. They were big and brighty whitey clean. He could have easily been in the movie with such mouth-wear. It was an excellent movie, but quite disturbing. Not in the sick sad depressing way, ( Read more... )

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I wonder if its possible to express very abstract thoughts through looks. I wonder if I can read eyes and smiles. Do I make other's faces say what I feel and want? Or are the things I see in a brief flicker of time really there? I can pull rabbits out of hats when I need to, can lose myself in my own hall of mirrors. I always turn myself into ( Read more... )

Ah rhubarb pie. It must be the one thing that both the Devil and God can agree upon. I kind of zoned dress dinner out tonight. I spent most of the time writing poetry and drawing pictures on a napkin. When I read the poem I wrote I was interested. It said sad things to me. Like looking into a dish of rain water. And then to make things even ( Read more... )

Just a day. Coming and going, feels like drifting in and out of cosciousness. Days without immense realizations are wasted. I feel as if I spend my days realizing the same thing over and over again. I try to blend the line that divides those faux fantasies with back and forth reality. I try to milk a minutes of my day and turn them in to hours ( Read more... )