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I'd like to meet:

people without memories. animals who've sold their souls. insects who play board games. futures that have no future.

My Blog

there's keys in your eyes but they lock from the inside

feeling a little uncertain tonight(yeah...) and a little exhausted from magic mountain. to combat this i decided to list the things that make me happy these days. this is kinda more for my benefit tha...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 00:29:00 GMT

there are dreams that haunt you into the day

there are ghosts everywhere. not apparitions of the dead floating around our heads or haunting some dark corner of your grandmothers house.  ghosts are the living dead. the people we see walking the s...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 22:05:00 GMT

the beautiful and damned

i've been reading a lot of f. scott fitzgerald this week. this is a quote from the the great gatsby that is also on his tombstone. cheery...i know. "so we beat on, boats against the current, borne bac...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:56:00 GMT

the street seems to change when i look at it this way

because we must. moving forward while looking back and smiling. every moment gives the prospect of a new adventure. every second is a chance for inspiration. if we can trust ourselves we can trust eac...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 00:48:00 GMT

thoughts on human relationships while sleeping in an airport terminal

what are we all so afraid of? love is good. caring about people is good. fear is the gateway to all negative emotions. bottling up our feelings and keeping them inside slowly destroys us. take a chan...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 03:14:00 GMT

there are no stars in la

so these words popped in my head at work and wouldn't go away. i thought writing them down would make me hate them. apparently, my subconcious is writing poetry now...great.in the city of lost angelst...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:35:00 GMT

there is not always a light at the end of the tunnel

there is not always a light at the end of the tunnel. we walked through it anyway. we never cared about the darkness or what was on the otherside. we slept on couches and floors and found that comfort...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 02:27:00 GMT