keeping a good eye on my cat’s wily activities there are many distractions and he is a symbol of that looking for cords to attack balls of paper, shadows, noises that startle and make you jump a mile into the sky he is the most hilarious person in the house and when I leave he…… Continue reading late Sunday night
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be glad for rain
asthma returns goddamn it it is 4:15 in the morning why can’t I sleep because of scratched up lungs like nails down a chalk board you can rest with your gold watch retirement is just a two day span I can’t hold my breath for 30 years they show movies to make our mouths water…… Continue reading be glad for rain
life in a glass house
I’m glad there wasn’t a fight if things are peaceful there is less to talk about I know but no hard feelings and no loss go home and listen to that song life in a glass house by Radiohead that’s all for now
just what is emo
quiet except for music which is the best thing for me right now if you think of code enough you start to dream it and life isn’t something very interesting to talk about code like a glass of milk you feel sorry and sore and wish for just a little more time regret working for…… Continue reading just what is emo
gotta light?
you know how you slip up and say something stupid? I’d like to recall some perfect things. let me start over. my cat was all wound up tonight, getting in the paper bag and tumbling all around. I banged on the outside of it with my hand, and with the other, attacked him with a…… Continue reading gotta light?
is this the center?
Saturday night was reserved for reading a few poems you might think, but really for dancing like an absolute fool. the right music was put on and I turned into an absolute freak. for a moment there I was the center of attention, because I broke away from my reserved nature and became like this…… Continue reading is this the center?
sludge
exist here opening up in the movies too the boss is like the stereotypical cop like a parent who never understands its child never understands anyone they speak German you speak English heart palpitations you can’t say anything distant from you I just sit and notice all I’m supposed to do the pains swell up…… Continue reading sludge
be nice to my notes
“The Zen way of calligraphy is to write in the most straightforward, simple way as if you were a beginner, not trying to make something skillful or beautiful, but simply writing with full attention as if you were discovering what you were writing for the first time; then your full nature will be in your…… Continue reading be nice to my notes
something forms
it’s another late night puncture wound, blood loss, clot, whatever. as much as I feel like writing, I don’t feel up to writing all that much I don’t think. I’ve no idea. I miss a lot of friends, some who I think have abandoned me completely. they play such an important role in all of…… Continue reading something forms
the sore eyed chronicles
eyes sore like a bastard, like my shoulders, like the music watered over me. I rest in these blankets this strange winter. I could die, a train car could smash me open, slide over me, they’d curse me for jamming up rush hour, for being . . . selfish. hmmm. eyes sore, like I said,…… Continue reading the sore eyed chronicles
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