i miss you all, sometimes |
I've let some friendships slip away and it eats at me. I miss what I had with Gregor. I miss what I had with Melissa and Melanie. Solid friendships that I may or may not have fucked. I miss Ashley. An...
Posted by gene on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 08:24:00 PST |
tired eyes rest on stranded souls |
a close friend is moving west. another is growing apart. yet another is growing near, but not to me. and another isn't there. i'm still stuck here-- bound by illusion-ed blanketed arms wrapped around ...
Posted by gene on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 12:50:00 PST |
folk music ate my homework |
It feels correct to be alone in a crowded world. I am familiar with my own vulnerability but cannot harden my heart; ideas and images are much too beautiful.Seperate circumstances paired inside my hea...
Posted by gene on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 09:33:00 PST |
intimacy |
and so it is, and so it was.i'd rather listen to Mono in my headphones while smoking cigarette after cigarette or drinking beer after beer or smoking bowl after bowl (or any combination of the three, ...
Posted by gene on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 03:15:00 PST |
Indians don't burn & It's laid out in circles (combo!) |
Yesterday the fog settled. Myth became man, and I didn't particularly like it-- moreso, I didn't want to acknowledge it. My father removed the garments I had dressed him in and walked away from the se...
Posted by gene on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 05:08:00 PST |
90 degrees or better |
It's not what you think, or at least, it's not how I thought it would be. Utopia sold as a commodity or even given away as a consolation prize, a magnet to rest on the nation's refrigerators, postcard...
Posted by gene on Fri, 02 Dec 2005 06:42:00 PST |
