annie lennox songs? i promise something more... |
Broken Glass. This dream I had last night. I knew the floor beyond the door was littered with it. Still, my mind lapsed- shot somewhere else for a moment- and I stepped in, with bare feet. It wasn't ...
Posted by flightlessape on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 02:06:00 PST |
forlorn alien limb |
Dejection- it runs through my bowels, but does not evacuate. It sinks into my flesh and won't let me forget. It's an auxiliary limb I can do without, but choose to keep. In its abscence,...
Posted by flightlessape on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 08:06:00 PST |
carboard box manifesto |
It came to me by chance. Rather, I took it when chance arose. With no furniture in an empty apartment with hardwood floors, I saw its value immediately. Of course then I had no idea of the bond to co...
Posted by flightlessape on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 07:54:00 PST |
school shootings |
Ok, let me first say, that none of this compares to the violence perpetrated by Chechnyan rebels in Beslan, or in Columbine for that matter. At least not the body count. But what...
Posted by flightlessape on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 02:47:00 PST |
a return to oz |
drinking brings to the surface all the emotions i suppress in my daily life. it highlights the way i feel, bringing what matters, and how i feel about it, to the forefront. my desire to de...
Posted by flightlessape on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 05:06:00 PST |
this one just came out of the swamp |
writing a story, coming up with make-believe friends and foes isn't easy. ritalin would help with my lack of focus. everything really is in place in my head, notebook, and computer e...
Posted by flightlessape on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 06:47:00 PST |
one moment- late at night |
I want to be a part of it all. And instead I sit and listen to the music, beautiful and depressing- alone. I hold the world to a standard it cannot achieve. To be perfect and superhuman, and yet I am ...
Posted by flightlessape on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:10:00 PST |
severe hangover |
today is my last day in kc, and it has started like my first. i drank myself into a stupor and eventually got sick. now i'm wasting in the aftermath and the omlet i ate for breakfast three ...
Posted by flightlessape on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 09:22:00 PST |
Deep in the Valley |
Minute beads of water hung suspended in the air, their mass muffling all sounds but one. Their reflections and the faint morning sun seemed to paint everyt...
Posted by flightlessape on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 10:04:00 PST |
