i had hoped my heart wasn’t brittle...sorry mac and thaya. |
if ever i didn't need a drink, it's now. my heart is breaking and all i'm capable of is a full-on primal scream. between the tears, i scream in an empty house from a full heart. like Job, i wanna sold...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:44:00 GMT |
dreams don’t burn down...give me a fucking guitar and i’ll show ya’ |
i've begun playing bass again. my goal of being in a shoegazing band hasn't died. while in college i conceived of a band called factory grrl. imagine a male band sing about feminism to inform other me...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:52:00 GMT |
a certain feeling.....(part II) |
i feel alive and in love. i have someone who sends me to cloud 9 and back. remember how it felt in high school to be smitten? i feel that way now. when a woman gives you hope in your future, you must ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 06:48:00 GMT |
a certain feeling..... |
of lonliness invades my day. although i enjoy my "alone time", i despise being left alone. the sound of a door closing at the apex of the stairs, puts the frighteners on my heart. as i listen to swerv...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 10:15:00 GMT |
waxing slackness, again. |
ok, you young punks, old school punk lesson. what does Dinosaur Jr.'s "Bug" mean to you? for me, it involves, '.....wait for it...Legend...' memories. things like old Santa Cruz skateboarding movies; ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:38:00 GMT |
like minds think great and relate..... |
last night i had a dream that my friend, Jennifer Oleari, hooked me up with a chance meeting with Robin and Liz of the Cocteau Twins. we were gathered at a a long haired version of Lisa Coscino. i enj...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 17:05:00 GMT |
death at ones door |
i'm choking back the tears as i absorb the the fact that my artistic mentor/father, Milton "Robert "Raschenburg has died today. from when i began exploring an artistic career, his work enticed me. the...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 17:06:00 GMT |
train song |
a room empty of colour but a washed out taupe. the residual smell of Tellamore Dewian memories lingers. Delta 5 has created a sense of movement within and without. i feel weary from my self-inflicted ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 May 2008 05:48:00 GMT |
Falling.... |
yesterday i had a nice fall. gravity and i still battle fiercely, yet one day i will make it submit to me. however being prone on the ground reminded me of those terrifying moments when i initially aw...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 06:23:00 GMT |
how i’m doing |
i awoke feeling good. when was the last time you awoke feeling like broke free, like it feels good to be alive? in my windowless, Brice Marsden coloured cubicle, it's been awhile. stretching my body, ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 05:47:00 GMT |
