The city lights get me every time, driving home. Wish I had a camera all the time, with a soundtrack. All I might need in life--a camera and a song, maybe someone to smile at it with ( Read more... )

That smell...the sweet of pollen or something about springtime. Fuck. What is it? It's from home, it's the smell I could breathe in every time I'd drop you off at night in the summer and we'd spend hours saying goodbye on the porch, holding each other. Do you remember? That smell--it takes me to you, into your arms, smiling like an idiot, so ( Read more... )

Let it burn. The embers fall around, let them flutter like gleaming butterflies. You know this like a warm blanket, you swallow it like a dagger. When the stars forget to come out, you can't dream, so you lay and wonder... How did you fall like this? How did it touch you, so swiftly and sharply--a serpent's tongue sprung from someone's ( Read more... )

Pandora, if you were mine, I'd swallow you whole. I'd take you down between warmth of tongue and lips and the sharp glint of teeth. I'd paint you; my fingertips and the lines of my palms as brushes. I'd hold your breath for you--catching it inside of me, my chest fluttering like a squal. If you'd close your eyes, I'd hold you to sleep; I'd give ( Read more... )

The most beautiful scent in the world: dirt and pine needles. I would have never thought that someday, I would be walking down the streets of LA and realize that the dirt could smell so good, so much like home. Idon't mean black, asphalt and chip-seal dirt--I mean good, rich, coniferous soil, the kind that's mixed with rocks and Spruce needles ( Read more... )

Walking home tonight, I looked up. I shouldn't have, I know this. I can't look up anymore. Even in LA, where the night skies never dim enough to see past the thick pergatory that is the sky, I could see a few stars, struggling to twinkle. I shouldn't have looked up. Because it made me realize, once again, that I'm alone. There is no longer ( Read more... )

I've lost my voice. It's what I get for talking ( Read more... )

Well, on the bright side I can say I was in a head on collision and was not hurt. How many people can say that? My car is gone. Oh fucking well. Metal, plastic, polycarbides... they can't breathe. Anyway, it wasn't that bad. I just wish I could have made it home. I feel genuinely homesick for the first time in about seven months. And no, it ( Read more... )

I spent the day in Santa Monica, on the pier and walking along the promenade. I can't describe well enough the presence of a romance that accompanies guitar players sitting on buckets and singing their hearts out for dimes, or carrolers and dancers giving out their passion for people to enjoy as they walk by, moving contently and slowly from one ( Read more... )

Oh my god, fucking bored is what I am. I got about 56 minutes until the shuttle gets here and I am too fucking tired to edit my video ( Read more... )