Eliza [ergg]

Predictable

Sometimes it still hits me, the world is wide and I'm a deer in the headlights, facing my impending doom with an eager panic. It hits me in the afternoon, when I'm walking and the sky is the most perf...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Sat, 26 May 2007 10:23:00 PST

A vague description of life as usual

Phantasmagoria, a lovely vocabulary word and an excellent descriptor of my life as is. I feel at times as though I'm watching elusive strands of life unravel at my footsteps as I lie passive and vacan...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 04:47:00 PST

About me

For a while now I've held a deep hatred for the "about me" section, mainly because I hate talking about myself and don't particularly enjoy people who make this a hobby, but I've decided to write some...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 09:39:00 PST

nothing new.

Taken out of context, what we did was obscene, sinful even, but if they could see the blackened abyss of that landscape and the tired breaking of its crooked horizon, they would understand the col...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 02:34:00 PST

La dee da.

Today was an apocalypse and an awakening. The sky was perfect, glassy blue glazed with indistinct ribbons of white and gray (sometimes obscenely-shaped) clouds. I realized then, I don't want truth. I ...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 09:42:00 PST

I <3

music. It's amazing. I don't understand what this song says but it's great. Music is like poetry, but unpretentious. It doesn't rely on rhetoric, it drills straight into your soul.&nbs...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 02:11:00 PST

The daily epiphany

I'm driving behind this woman today, gray hair, snail like, cautious and feeble. It's a sad thing, this state, and I see myself there, not too far ahead, with death looming and apocalypse rearing its ...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 10:02:00 PST

ermf.

The other day it rained. When was younger I longed for rainy days, when the desert bloomed and grew into richer shades of gold and red, the smell of fresh earth and damp greasewood filled the air...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 07:26:00 PST

when your brain vomits.

Lately I've been pondering my inability to be a normal teenage girl, not that I particularly care to be one of those mindless suburbanite mall  things, but I think at some point this third p...
Posted by Eliza [ergg] on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 12:02:00 PST