the babies are suffering. this electronic thermometer says 70, this means 85 in here. an oscillating fan saves us in small percentages, but it’s the look on the grey babies faces that’s starting to convince me to turn on the dreaded air conditioner. give in to the inevitable. transitional time span prepare to make the…… Continue reading humid notes
Digital Writ
it’s time, it’s time
I have the breathe of new life and a new leaf turned over and have walked out into the dirt roads from a saloon with a sense of self satisfaction with overcast, pulled teeth, a grin and bear it attitude, a jumbled zig zag of song pinged into the left wall of a spittoon, and…… Continue reading it’s time, it’s time
clips
1.Go into your LJ’s archives. 2.Find your 23rd post (or closest to). 3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest to). 4.Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. from 2004: music playing slightly over management chucking it up with some corporate outside of door. from 2003: my eyes are foggy. mistaken…… Continue reading clips
eyes closed
as summer approaches, I’m thinking about how nice it’s going to be to have it more open, have more free time for myself, for my friends, projects, and so on. as today is underway, I have taken time to breathe in deeply, and exhale gigantically. a deletion of junk mail. a focus on solid ideas…… Continue reading eyes closed
Untitled
I’m testing out the new iMix feature in iTunes 4.5. Windows/Mac users alike, feel free to check out my recent little list of songs offered up at 99cents a pop from the good folks at Apple. here
rushed report of a nightmare
just awoke from this long, horrible nightmare: we were in DC, at a record store. I went outside for a short pace up and down the sidewalk and suddenly everyone started to become frantic. what the hell is the matter, what the hell is the matter?! someone directs my eyes to a group of missiles…… Continue reading rushed report of a nightmare
Untitled
everything feels strange. I moved through the door slowly this morning. it was so hot in the room I could imagine steam rising. it was an irritable event, trying to sleep like that, and, as expected, the lungs protested, and protested in a major way. finally with a douse of the cough medicine, my lights…… Continue reading Untitled
writing is liquid form
the heat is keeping me up tonight instead of the usual chest congestion. so on that note, I guess it’s a welcomed change. I thought I’d give up on the tossing and turning in bed and come over here and toss and turn in writing. what do you do when you toss and turn? you’re…… Continue reading writing is liquid form
quick note
if you’re coming to my page directly and noticing a shift in layout templates, it’s because I’m tinkering with it trying to make it better. if you’re into this sort of thing – color schemes, whatever – I’m open to suggestions.
digs and partial surprises
time is precious in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening – people are jumping on me like that. no wonder I find it hard to breathe. and why, why are people so disorganized? was I adopted? damn, today is Friday, and I don’t have plans for the weekend. is it possible I may have…… Continue reading digs and partial surprises
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