Bits and Pieces |
On a lonely night exploding bits are flying from my head. Bits and pieces of excitment and saddness all bound up as one. One and then another. So fast I can't grab them, I can't reach them. My hands a...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 21:27:00 GMT |
Disclaimer: You probably shouldn't read this if you're in love. |
I think, from now on, from this day forward until the end of time it should be required that if you begin a relationship with somebody, it should be mandated that you proclaim your role in the said re...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 15:10:00 GMT |
November. |
Nov. 19th, same day, same year, after much contemplation:
This is the only way I know how to stay sane. Its like peeling oran...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Nov 2005 20:53:00 GMT |
Ageless and happy. |
Yesterday I got into lengthy discussions at work about conflicting educational practices of women in their 40's, menopause and cancer of the colon. So, I got paid to hear about 2 women's pap smears an...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Nov 2005 16:23:00 GMT |
Skating on broken ice |
Tonight I received a fortune that stated the following:
"Soon you will be sitting on top of the world."
And imideately I got angry and threw it down on my plate. Discarded and crumpled I let that stup...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Sep 2005 22:22:00 GMT |
Oh Jewel, How I love you. |
Oh Jewel, How I love you.
I can't be any more clever than this at this time of day.
Posted by on Fri, 16 Sep 2005 16:39:00 GMT |
The sky it was gold, it was rose, I was taking sips of it through my nose... |
Today while helping my little cousin finish her project for school, I came across my old 'Third Eye Blind' tape. And I rekindled my love for Stephan Jenkins. And it's funny because just last night peo...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Sep 2005 18:04:00 GMT |
Vendetta against college and the like. |
I hate the the world. I do not care how much I sound like a pre-pubescent teenage boy with a dark hoodie.
I hate my classes; maybe I am being a bit too cyncial and quick to judge, however this is...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Aug 2005 18:39:00 GMT |
It's in every single one of us. |
There is something oddly comforting about stop lights. Especially stop lights at night, during summer. The air is sticky and sweet and it's warmth evelopes you completely, wrapping those acrid molecul...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Aug 2005 03:11:00 GMT |
Summer nights lead me to this: a single, solitary conclusion. |
I really can't think of many things I love more than a number 5 snack size popcorn chicken meal from Sonic with honey mustard sauce.
Posted by on Thu, 04 Aug 2005 23:19:00 GMT |
