right now |
the price paid for being in a long term relationship is your
ability to walk out the door at midnight without a destination or
single word to anyone else, a simple thing not missed until it is gone....
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 21:05:00 GMT |
goddamn them all |
consider for a moment the similarities between the siren like call of playing the stock market, as it appealed to a vast majority of americans in the late 20th century, and the seemingly easy money to...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 06:07:00 GMT |
oh ex girlfriend, i still steal your music from afar, thanks, would you like to steal a t-shirt |
a while ago, people thought i knew good, unknown music. for the time, i did, when nobody knew who or what aphex twin was and friends were pushing autechre and old crazy stuff lik...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
airplane cancer monkeys |
so reading some san francisco trash (free) magazine there's tons of letters to the editor about the irresponsibility of bicycle riders in the city and how terrible an idea the ohio law allowing riders...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 03:15:00 GMT |
wending their way down soapy thighs |
oh, vinyleverything wetas something is saidgrass and sunglass cutting eyesbuena park to smileand wrest my attentionwhip-sharp and wildaway from yet in a big enough universevaguely towardsa surrenderin...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 20:58:00 GMT |
taracide (or terracide) |
every spaghetti haired teen car chase survivorthe city has to offercan still titillateover shoulder tossedlangurous glaresand i can barely find time in the dayto awkwardly stareas i recall love and lu...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 10:25:00 GMT |
musing on desperation |
there are many degrees and flavors to desperation, as there are to any human emotion. in every language alternate incarnations of this so apt of words fill gaps left by our incomplete understandings ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 22:51:00 GMT |
drinks all around on december 23rd |
strummers soul is a heartbeat on your lega dog waiting to be fedgood luckchampagne in spanish streetssquatters rightsasleep in scrounged sheetsa bloodless coupin cold scottish raina revolutiongathered...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 11:41:00 GMT |
if i was young |
blind rowe wroteas he satensconced in a graceless quiet stutterlike spain'd steps in faraway giddilybetween drinksthere appeared atwice topped amorwheeling progeny wailing into sightcalling with a sma...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 11:19:00 GMT |
bullshit escapism |
the only true thing that exists to throw us off is that ass bare fact that the chances to see what we would do ideally are reached through what must be the exact opposite route to actually arrive ther...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 13:35:00 GMT |
