rejoice |
i am trying to write something meaninful. but everything i write is meaningless shit.
Posted by su on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 04:10:00 PST |
upon moving |
i am going through old journals and part of me really wants to just throw everything out. but i can't escape the fact that those things that i wrote meant something to me at some point in my life.
eve...
Posted by su on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 06:38:00 PST |
matt |
i hope that your heaven is filled with fast cars (that have air conditioning), steaks (with bacon wrapped around it just the way you like), baked potatoes that melt in your mouth, salads laced with pl...
Posted by su on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 10:43:00 PST |
if you look behind you i will be standing there |
imagine you are walking onto the streets of a city you left years ago. imagine the song "catastrophe" by rainer maria is the only sound that you hear. imagine the massive victorian apartments that onc...
Posted by su on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 09:09:00 PST |
fuck you. FUCK YOU. |
i have been so homesick in the past week i can't even understand it. despite popular belief, i am not a big crier, anymore at least, and i have managed to cry at everything lately.
sad movie? tears. c...
Posted by su on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 11:28:00 PST |
hey nostradamus! |
dear clone,
by the time that you turn twenty three you will be about five foot five. your friends will make fun of you for being so short, but whatever, there are shorter people out there. maybe they ...
Posted by su on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 06:34:00 PST |
you got so angry you cried |
i have these things that happen to me
and i wanted to explain really,
who reads these things anyway?
and somehow now the moment doesn't seem right.
Posted by su on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 07:23:00 PST |
my tragic flaw is my romance with the world |
i realized that my life was about to change the day we went to the rock quarry. i remember navigating through the white rocks flecked with dots of shining quartz making my way to a bonfire that seemed...
Posted by su on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 10:52:00 PST |
everything is exactly the same, except over there in the distance the landscape is on fire. |
i opened up a box at work the other day and found the front and back cover to a paper similar to buffalo's art voice and tampa's weekly planet.
it was from seattle and the name of the paper was "the s...
Posted by su on Thu, 25 May 2006 10:00:00 PST |
just a memory. not even a photograph. |
this is the way it began. i had my eyes open and everything around me entered. everything was something. everything meant something and i felt it. i felt it the way i feel blades of grass between my f...
Posted by su on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 12:55:00 PST |
