nonsensical ravings of a film buff at 3 am |
its 3 am once again. i will spare the sartre quote, but i feel like writing. i have been drinking a little and this is the first time in a long time that have wrote while drinking, so bare with the ty...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 01:19:00 GMT |
3 o'clock is too late or too early for anything worth doing, except for looking within. |
this is the night i've been waiting for. full inspiriation. right before i write, however, i catch a glance. a glance at the bed. a glance at my reflection. songs that set my aesetetic mood are replac...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 01:23:00 GMT |
killing time. |
i've been thinking about killing a lot lately. killing people. killing time. often when people kill time they are killing a person. the person they are killing time with. there needs to be more respec...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 02:14:00 GMT |
death is mortal. |
i often think of my own mortality. it scares me from time to time. i might sound vein, but i can't imagine a world without me in it. vice versa. eternity is popular because of this vanity. maybe thats...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 01:11:00 GMT |
eternal sunshine/before sunrise. |
i almost felt like crying, as i watched the clip. from a film that reminds of a relationship. eternal sunshine for the spotless mind. sleeping like babies, passing through time. they say its lonely to...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 01:07:00 GMT |
rainy day. |
rainy day. dim basement. the aftermath. the day after. rain once cleansed me. baptized me. let me know that i get another chance, even when they say there are no second chances. i knew i was no longer...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Jul 2006 13:25:00 GMT |
if you are lonely when alone, you are in bad company. |
i sit in the dark. i drink my liquor from a jar. the sounds of a musician who died a poetic death three years back is sparking my imagination. now i sit and wait for the call of a significant other wi...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 21:55:00 GMT |
hitler. robertson. words. scars. |
something lies inside us all. for some it rears its ugly head more than other. a creature so nasty it makes the spawn of hitler and pat robertson look like mia farrow in rosemary's baby. the need to v...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jun 2006 23:52:00 GMT |
great expectations. |
great expectations. on a book shelf. in a room. my hunger is eating my insides.green eggs and ham. i'd perfer blackberry pancakes. sam i am. at the cracker barrell the conversations starts. i drink my...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 17:11:00 GMT |
3. |
3 o'clock is always too early or too late for anything you want to do. sartre. good stuff. i wish i could think of something good to write.
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 02:12:00 GMT |
