Selfish. Shellfish. |
I am lost in a darkness that is seemingly impenetrable. This darkness is viscous, I can touch it, it feels greasy like an unwashed frying pan. I can taste it, though I keep my mouth closed. It seeps. ... Posted by on Sat, 06 Jun 2009 11:28:00 GMT |
Sunk. |
I find myself now at the point of a pin poised over a bloodless, heartless location on the chart of existance. Surely the skewering of my passion and faith and humanity will lead to a less-than-satisf... Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 17:37:00 GMT |
How strange, the change... |
I'm lonely.I'm so lonely, all the time... even with the people I love most. But I don't care.Ha. Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 13:24:00 GMT |
That I deigned to hope... |
Upon making repairs to broken relationships I have found that it simply cannot be done. I supposed, I hoped, I prayed that it would follow with relief, but it did not. Instead I am left with a sense o... Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 22:10:00 GMT |
And the wall came tumbling down. |
I am experiencing a profound sense of loss.As Dylan said, I have lost something. Not only have I lost my dignity but I have lost the opportunity to go after something that I really, really wanted. I g... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 12:16:00 GMT |
A lark. |
Take a long drive with me on California One... ...I have a wanderlust that is insatiable. Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 16:12:00 GMT |
Dead... and alive. |
The ind brings out a savagery in me that I find myself enjoying, even luxuriating in. It makes me feel like I have a shot at things I wouldn't normally have a target for. Life anything is possible... ... Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 11:17:00 GMT |
Caesura. |
An audible pause. I am not quite sleeping, but I am fast in bed. I don't understand why this place, this world, this lovely, lonely, empty, full, wonderful, distracted, distracting, horrifying, open,... Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 19:03:00 GMT |
And it's one, two, three strikes, you're out! |
Steven the bartender: "Lauren, you can't catch a fish if your pole's not in the water. Put your pole in the water."Lauren the alcoholic: "Steven. Steven. My pole is in the water. It's fucking drowning... Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 10:02:00 GMT |
Tightening the screws... |
Quite the predicament.
Skipping beats, blushing cheeks... oh goodness. Pink and yellow. All the time pink and yellow.
I would that I were two feet tall and made of thick, unbreakable glass - made not... Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 00:59:00 GMT |