stranger |
Sometimes I like being a stranger to my own mind. It's alot less harsh that way. Him and Her and You seem to be so harsh all the time. I can't always admit to you or him or her. There's so many ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 21:20:00 GMT |
sleep |
I'm so tired, with not being able to fall asleep.
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 01:06:00 GMT |
The Crook and the Convict |
So I was in a cafe today in italy drawing a man sitting opposite a mirror, so that I could see his face in the reflection and the back of his head infront of me. He turned around and saw me drawing hi...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:44:00 GMT |
Sequined Town; A day to day |
we can pluck the feathers off birds till we can see their skins, tender white and beautiful, but they won't be able to fly away anymore and they will be in pain and we will feel mean and wish that we ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 14:51:00 GMT |
Allah |
When I was in Spain I sat up once the whole night. On my own. With the light on in the room where I was in at that time. It was restless and hot and the light stung my eyes but I was so tired. I could...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 17:23:00 GMT |
sun |
he wasn't as nice as all that. I was a bit naive and stupid. I have bought new clothes, and cut my hair slightly different and as cliched as it is, make overing myself. I am mischief. I have mischieve...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 16:33:00 GMT |
clocks |
I see things come out of our mouths that we don't mean, that we don't understand; that untrue, idealistic, unapologetic. They are the most beautiful things that I see, the prettiest I've ever seen, mi...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 08:21:00 GMT |
little birds |
I keep wrapping the wool over my fingers. Onto the needle, it taps, gently and soothingly, and my hands look like little birds trying to make friends with one another...
And I have the same thoughts a...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 20:16:00 GMT |
Clink Clink to Coco Rosie |
All the weird people are going to be in my house tomorrow. It's going to take them so long to do all this work. And they will be coming in and out, bringing their dust and boots and clink ,clink, clin...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 15:32:00 GMT |
Warm toes and cold nose |
I feel as if my head isn't attached to my neck.I'm boneless, strings keeping my head to my body; but not as if my mind was heavy. Just right. Just the right weight.I listen to the washing m...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 12:55:00 GMT |
