the politics of kissing |
There are few moments more awkward than not knowing whether to kiss a new acquaintance hello or goodbye. For Americans, stalwart believers in an ever increasing bubble of personal space, even hugging ...
Posted by bri on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 12:02:00 PST |
nobu, nostika february 2008 |
The rain is falling outside and you clutch your jacket against your chest, skipping over potholes in the street, reflecting bright traffic lights. You finally round the corner and duck in the front do...
Posted by bri on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:42:00 PST |
in-between hours |
the rot of slow waste will fill the air with chatter of unknown strangers sharing faux intimacy surrounded by empty bottles and plates. there are those you will lock eyes with across the room, as if t...
Posted by bri on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:19:00 PST |
games |
it's all because you're going along with it, and maybe people say no more than you do, but you keep doing because you don't want it to stop because then you're alone, so you lose your nonexistent mora...
Posted by bri on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 10:41:00 PST |
the usual |
beneath our black heartsour vicious anglesour dark camoflaugewe hide ourselvesthe red the blood the lovelooming like predatorsfearing the rush ourselvesbut really hiding and fading outyou hate it but ...
Posted by bri on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 11:30:00 PST |
this |
This song is driving downtown, driving to the airport, early flights and late nights
It is your birthday, flying cross country for
Sad, amazing, beautiful memories
Friends talki...
Posted by bri on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 10:41:00 PST |
chris |
We are sad babies running away
We think we're amazing but
We're running in circles
We think this city is amazing but
We're alone.
He does it because there is nothing else.
He settles for makin...
Posted by bri on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 10:37:00 PST |
new york |
New York is a better dream than it is reality. It's mansions, coffee shops, streetlights, Christmas lights, churches, steamed breath, the sound your shoes make at 4 am when it's quiet on the street, i...
Posted by bri on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:24:00 PST |
Coney Island High |
http://www.flickr.com/photos/87939760@N00/sets/7215759414976 8493/show/
Posted by bri on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:25:00 PST |
Dribble..... |
Run red rabbit disco house death destruction despair jackhammer sidewalks walking all night terrors and old men homeless smiling whispering things at you uneven pavement walking too far for no reason ...
Posted by bri on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 10:41:00 PST |
