sleeping bag |
I've decided I should put more of my writing out there. The only way it gets better is if some nice people (and perhaps some not so nice) tear it apart. Have at it.This is fiction.The night was still ...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 16:09:00 GMT |
on the fly |
I found an index card with something scribbled on it when I was going through some old stuff. If you don't know me that well, I love index cards. I have about a thousand in my room. Anyway, it's got t...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 16:02:00 GMT |
mine to bear |
I have this cross my friend gave me a few years back. It's small, made of wood, and strung on a little black cord. It has a little brass loop on top of it that's slightly off-center (closer to the fro...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 18:31:00 GMT |
you are the lock |
i've almost got myself convincedthat i dont reallyexisttrapped in my body like a tombi'm just a ghost inside this roomstuck in a sheel that doesnt fiti search for answers i look for cluesso many truth...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 01:25:00 GMT |
so i can sleep at night. |
the drafty ribcage is yours/ its empty just like your drawerwhich ive filled with distraction/ like the space on my bedand little tiny earthquakes/ aftershocks lead to heartbreaki hear the sound but n...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 01:11:00 GMT |
Fool Me Thrice |
I probably discovered Thrice the summer of my sophomore year in high school. Might have been before that, but I can definitely remember humming "Ultra Blue" in Mr. Montes' English class while I wrote ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 23:06:00 GMT |
on the proper education of happy feet |
I teach my first ballet class tomorrow in Huntington Beach. It's a small class of beginners, but I'm still stressing a bit more than I think I need to. Mostly just putting together some cool music wit...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 15:30:00 GMT |
Official CFH (cry for help) |
I'm in a weird place. This is an official cry for help. However, should you try to actually help me, I will deny any need of such help. I am a guy. That is protocol. I don't know who reads this. but i...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 21:05:00 GMT |
ode to the flood |
I never really thought I was good at songwriting. Most the songs I've written are pretty angsty and out of necessity; they serve as a shunt for all the touchy-feely ickyness that I dare not speak of t...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 10:02:00 GMT |
turbulence |
I went to San Diego with family last weekend. I never realized this, or perhaps I never let myself, but I hardly know these people. Granted, they aren't my real family; our parents were friends and al...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 01:49:00 GMT |
