21st Birthday Party |
Thanks everyone (especially Christine), for the fun. And thanks for the raccoon hat, Stef!I guess passing out on the sidewalk in a pile of leaves with frosting all over your hands and face is expected...
Posted by brit on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:00:00 PST |
vacancy. |
i sleep on my couch. not out of anger or resentment from the man in the other room. there is no man. there is no other room. i just sleep here. i'm just a visitor. my bed is this foreign place. it's u...
Posted by brit on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 11:51:00 PST |
fabrications. |
you know,these scriptures and manuscripts elaborate exactly what you should fend off. jaded misconceptionsfalse accusationsrecreant attainmentsit's all an irreparable existensial catastrophe, and we'r...
Posted by brit on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the thoughtful are tormented. |
My life is a vicious circle of neverending analyzations, questions, and theories. I'm a constant argument. I'm happy. No I'm not. I'm satisfied. Satisfaction? I've never heard such a word.I feel like ...
Posted by brit on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
House. |
When it gets dark, I want to sleep. I just don't know the insides of the skin. I'm completely befuddled with this life. There's so much inside me that's dying to..step out on the front porch of some p...
Posted by brit on Sun, 13 Nov 2005 06:48:00 PST |
it's simple. |
the lovely morning
our room intoxicated
with the morning haze
you sit ever so slowly
leaving these worn sheets
to hold your simple pattern
i'm next to you; loved.
i will push hair from my e...
Posted by brit on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
oh, what a debacle. |
Singed color
only to hear a monochromatic sound
ficticious warmth
the evenings collide onto a heady surface
surging silhouettes
of dim-lit wood walls
and uncanny waves
you'll feel disheve...
Posted by brit on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
