open invitations |
you are a real bastard, you know. don't call, don't write. not even god damned carrier pigeon. where the hell did the romance go?oh, it's here in my little beating heart. or clutched between my palms ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Aug 2009 20:23:00 GMT |
absoloutely. |
4 months later. i failed, did not flush my tobacco permanently. addiction is still fucked. but i have learned to cope and learn from such things. a year older though, in the city that is the home of m...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 20:42:00 GMT |
Newcomings |
Meg: flushed her tobacco tonight.
Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 19:39:00 GMT |
lost |
my inspiration is butting heads with my anxiety and creating a whole mess of nothing usefull in my brain.
i want to sit and pontificate on experiences of recent past, but i can't focus long enough to ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 15:33:00 GMT |
premature reality |
i have never smiled so much in my life, as i have since living in maine.
Posted by on Fri, 02 May 2008 17:19:00 GMT |
water, water. everywhere. |
beirut makes me want to live in brooklyn again. and spend many sleepless nights hanging out on the lower east side, smoking cigarettes, eyeing hipster boys in tight pants and sneaking into bars. looki...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 14:56:00 GMT |
some things never change... |
i will be goddamned if i can’t kill this cold with a bottle of Knob Creek and a hot shower. perhaps a couple of rollies and a pile of blankets with some good, sweet, slow music to ma...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:52:00 GMT |
um. |
my roomate is in the shower, singing a song about gay eskimos at the top of his voice. should i be concerned?
or moreso about the fact that i’ve had the same song stuck in my head ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 13:52:00 GMT |
road to happiness |
you know what i want?
i want to make shit like this:
i want to keep chickens and pigs in my basement
have moonshine still in my attic
and grow peas and oats and tomatoes and garlic (rows upon ...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 16:04:00 GMT |
sebastien, you’re in a mess |
tonight:
while chopping cabbage, celery and carrots my idle mind wandered (for the one hundreth time) to the things you said to me last night. these words, spanning miles, made me cringe and seize. co...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 18:19:00 GMT |
