postcards from christmas island |
i'm painting horses
and putting them in frames.
also, my cat is persistantly playful which makes sleeping difficult.
p.s. for a limited time only, saturn will be visible at sunset on the east northe...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 01:51:00 GMT |
talk to me, i'm losing. |
all this way to surrender
lose love
lose phobia
lose wind
lose friend
lose home
lose your dream
lose sight
angels beat me to the punch line - these jokes hold nothing .
your wings ar...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 23:36:00 GMT |
antarctica |
i wrote this on a piece of bedroom furnitre this morning.
lacee is carrying a suitcase full of zoo animals. we watch a play with autistic actors. i walk home lost in a colorful puddle. there are wave...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 00:20:00 GMT |
in the elevator |
So I was in the elevator (of my apartment building) with a gentleman this evening, the conversation went as follows;
mister: "its cold out there tonight"
mister (leaning against elevator door):"what f...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 00:49:00 GMT |
bath tub sessions |
jessie,
start making experimental music again. it makes you happy.
for fucks sake,
jessie
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 01:59:00 GMT |
white berry tea |
i found this photo in my grandmother's attic. he is a postcard. my aunt stole this amongst other things before she went to prison - it was most likely unintentional. for a while, i wanted ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 00:00:00 GMT |
styrofoam dreams |
so in trying to reassemble the post final's disaster that is my apartment and i found an old book i used to write in:
love is a checklist supplied by definition; life changing
i was alone then. i'm al...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 23:10:00 GMT |
the how long blues |
so sleeping on wooden planks isn't as glorious as i thought it could be.
how do these things happen - over and over again. give me ten more days to let go. if your car breaks down, i'll carry you...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 07:39:00 GMT |
sagging spine (it will astound you) |
i keep looking at my memories, or trying to. it's disapointing - there will always only be one of all of them. i feel as if now, i'm living in exile, i want to wait it out and see how weening back int...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 23:16:00 GMT |
airplanes |
when i was on the plane i wondered about crashing. i wondered how the couple next to me would hold each other, how i would want them to hold me too and how they wouldn't. i wondered whose hand i'd ho...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 21:54:00 GMT |
