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(((KSV)))

pride is a sin

About Me

lanky

My Interests

painting, druming, speling

I'd like to meet:

spamers.

Music:

Clipse, The Locust, Make Believe

Books:

rant, the informers, success stories, speaking in tongues

Heroes:

the self-actualizing

My Blog

i carry no boxes

this woman accross from me, in the computer lounge at The Harold Washington Library, has unloaded what looks like 9 or 10 plastic bags full of empty cardboard boxes and other trash.  The bags are...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 03:06:00 PST

An Absence

The smell of burning hair and the hiss of melting plastic, and I'm out of bed so fast that I'm not really awake. I trip over my shoes and and fall into the abyss of my closet. The fire is localized ...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 10:48:00 PST

the fear of fear / cigarettes kill anxiety

I don't usually like wearing my ipod in the streets, so it was strange that it was on when this all started.  there's still blood on it, but it works.  I just got home.there're so many sound...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 01:09:00 PST

today

so I caught that cab this morning.  I actually called ahead and had them pick me up at 3:30 am, but then we wound up passing a couple buses on the way to the Damon stop (train) so I didn't actual...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 12:59:00 PST

yesterday

I'm just sitting here waiting and waiting and waiting to get on a plane.  I'm at home, because I have that much time on my hands.  to wait.  but not enough to do anything else.  I'...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 06:34:00 PST

shop til you drop

i'm bored with what I love, but if things are stagnant, it's all i need to stay interested.  This is coke to me.I find it unsettling that anything I like doing seems exceptionally mundane but if ...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 01:22:00 PST

horRor (an assignment of sorts)

blood soaked the floor.  the wood absorbed it lavishly like varnish.  I heard it sucking up in the floorboards same as when you feed a really thirsty potted plant.  I carried her out, a...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 09:59:00 PST

Ashley and Steve Are Made for Eachother Even if They Don't Know it Yet

the city is so big, I can feel it's space.  I am instinctually aware of its volume.  it's the same feeling I get from being out-of-doors in the mountains.  There was a time when I would...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 11:11:00 PST

off your feet

after i hung up the phone, it slipped from my hand and bounced.  when i picked it up, the screen was blank.  I turned it off and then turned it back on and it was still blank, so I pretended...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 01:53:00 PST

fall has fallen

sleep shed from my placid brain in one slow, continuous wave, leaving me in a swamp of fog and slush.  my head pounded in rhythm with my own pulse, comforting me amidst the pain in my chest. ...
Posted by (((KSV))) on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 05:32:00 PST