Kcilc |
I hear this ticking, you know. It's like a normal ticking noise, but it's ticking backward today. Sort of the inverse toe-click of a pendulum clock. I keep thinking there's some conn...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 01:11:00 GMT |
Line |
Orange. Almost orangish-brown, brownish-orange, burnt umber. Coloring crayon color. Rubbed-smeared, oily-waxy line, colored in. Part of it deep and thick the way those heavy, r...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 13:52:00 GMT |
rethink |
Today I spent a few hours re-imagining the world. I shook off the too-certain shadows of known things to consider objects and ideas with the fresh perspective of complete absurdity. What a...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 10:53:00 GMT |
Listen: |
I cant help but think that someone's listening to me--not watching or eavesdropping or spying, but . . . listening, as if the things I said were somehow important. Of course, theyre not. O...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jan 2006 14:45:00 GMT |
Poor Insulation |
A little bit of madness is beginning to leak through the walls. Reinforced, double paint-job walls. Madness proof, I thought. Theres a puddle of strange right below the leakiest spo...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jan 2006 04:25:00 GMT |
