scribbled copy |
I did not understand it then, but as the play of words unfolded, I saw what was behind your eyes--tremulous you braced what could have been a wall--to beat my anger's question back with hopeful madnes...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Jul 2009 12:23:00 GMT |
in the corporate bathroom |
where the glory holes are pinned to ledgers,swallowing pithy dangling arithmetici sit silent, above a mess of thoughtsand ruminate on how we're all collectors somehow lost in our collectionsa gooey wh...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 12:23:00 GMT |
the wise man holds his tongue |
i have a way to go with that one."back to the drawing board" seems to be my mantra of late. i am excited for a couple of new ideas that just came out of nowhere.. time to follow them until they melt i...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jul 2009 12:59:00 GMT |
i contradict myself |
--constantly.if i had more shows coming up, it would be feasible to have the amount of live recordings necessary to fill up this slice of internet. i am working on this, but it will take time (bit of ...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Jul 2009 12:55:00 GMT |
The mirror reveals itself |
My dream of last night shook me awake with a simple revelation. Since childhood I have spent my nights romping about behind my eyes with a dark-haired girl. She grew with me, ever bolder in a world th...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:55:00 GMT |
working in the background |
preparing for the next show, it will be a bit different from the "normal" thing i do. mostly i am just loving life and trying to give that love to the ones i know who know me well, as well as everyone...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 11:32:00 GMT |
announcement |
I have come to realize that the nature of this emotional experiment belongs to the wind. What I thought was a hermit's existence has merely been an excuse for cowardice--a trick that is remarkably eas...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 20:50:00 GMT |
i need |
nothing. no hope for a grand future, no impossible dream. no love to fill my fractured self, i will be whole again. i need nothing but my own two hands.
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 23:04:00 GMT |
tick |
i would rather have despair than ennui--yet i cringe when i should run.is it because i know where my feet will fall? tonight my heart surges forward--today my hands find the edges and linger there. to...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jun 2009 10:45:00 GMT |
frustration |
doubles. the machines lost my all-too-honest entry, and after yet another sleepless night, I am not about to re-write it. For brevity's sake: I am experiencing my first true existential crisis. Not o...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 08:54:00 GMT |
