I am becoming the second greatest unknown poet, philosopher, and lover in my head.
My Interests
bicycles, poems, and unattainable women.
I'd like to meet:
bike nerds, baristi, literati, baseball fans. these are my people.
Music:
These days: Midlake, Beirut, Neutral Milk Hotel, Califone...there's a lot.
Movies:
Some.
Television:
Less.
Books:
Yes. Lots.
Heroes:
Ofer Sivan. Schmool.
My Blog
Past Hope And Sex Dreams
Walking home alonethe rising mistbrushing pins and needlesagainst my peeling hands,and I look beyond the cracked, mist slick pavementto the darkened spotwhich is the spotwhere you sometimes sit and dr... Posted by Josh on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 06:22:00 PST
Ride Home
Face the windand ride homethrough the stinging biting.Pedal past those with their eyes rolledback to last night.Pedal past those who would make you bleed blood.Pedal past thosewho cry dirty tears into... Posted by Josh on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 03:02:00 PST
An odd form of torture
It's an odd form of torture,all this seeing and being seen,and me looking at youlooking at mebinoculars at the readyscanning the streetspeering down to the pointwhere it all disappearstrying not to di... Posted by Josh on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 10:50:00 PST
