She spoke with affection, and had razorblades for eyes. I don't know why I'd never noticed it before, those long sad days we spent caught in another's gaze, heaving the universe askew as the moon crashed into the sun. My own head is tilted now as I kneel, looking at hers, and I'm no longer in the province of metaphor, the way some speak of those ( Read more... )

cutting and pasting from the myspace, but i figure it relevant, and do plan to start posting here more frequently than every six hobojillion years. [secret thanks to those of you who noticed ( Read more... )

every now and then everything makes a little bit of sense.

it's usually enough.

and i quote:

"On November 22, the FBI and Department of Homeland Security sent an intelligence bulletin to police agencies to alert them that terrorist groups have shown an interest in using laser beams to try to bring down airliners." [emphasis mine]

full article here.

and it's also like this thing is reading my mind.
or my journal

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i found this highly amusing.

sitting down at work today, pretending not to hear, when a man asks me if i believe in God. i tell him yes. 'what religion are you?' he asks. eastern orthodox, i say, wondering whether it is right of me to still claim so, having some time ago left the art of practicing religion to instead attempt living it. however feebly ( Read more... )

I awoke this morning to a small light dancing on the ceiling just above my head. I laid there listening to birds and power saws, watching this peculiarity for a good fifteen minutes. I know there was magic involved ( Read more... )

I am watching a cartoon featuring Marco Polo and Kubla Kahn. Return to Xandu, ill-drawn friends. Marco Polo looks much like Jesus Christ, were the saviour of mankind to don a muffin hat. Even alone I am surrounded by strangers. The noise here is a terrific roar, and I recall that I am in a bar. Liquor looses lips, or so I believe ( Read more... )

i have it on good authority that this very hour ginny was singing Poison.

Poison.