strands |
Problems in life are like small bugs on a deck brushed over with lacquer, shiny and permanent. Also dead. Problems are inanimate, breathless, weightless. They are the fearful exoskel...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 09:39:00 PST |
The Bulletin I Posted. |
I posted this bulletin last night. I did so because I wanted people who don't read my blog to read it. I'm now posting it here so it has a place to live without worry of getting bumped by ...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 01:24:00 PST |
This is probably why I look at you like that. |
I don't trust people who fall in love too fast. Sure there is something to be said for the amazing feeling of spontaneity, but at the same time it's like betting on a horse race. Are you betting jus...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 11:01:00 PST |
Thank You. |
To everyone who came out, wished me well, sent me messages, or even just thought of me, I thank you with all of my energy. All I wanted was to feel esteemed and remembered, and seeing so many pe...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 06:30:00 PST |
What to do with that which no longer has a use? |
My house is small, and empty, and full. I do not have many things, but I really need far fewer than I have. Perhaps this is a contributing factor to why I stop myself from throwing out oh ...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 09:18:00 PST |
Freewriting happens when Im too frustrated to do anything productive. |
A rabid night of deep deception, my stomach turns with an inside bombing of napalmed doubt. The act of acting proves far too hard and I'm left fluttering tremors through my insides like wires in...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 12:09:00 PST |
The Dimensionality of Time, or: Why I’m Afraid of Choice |
We are not, in actuality, subjected to the confines of linearity. And time (the fourth dimension) does not move unidirectionally, but exists as a blanket that extends omnidirectionally. Th...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 05:29:00 PST |
On Wasting Away. |
So for once this isn't in regards to some mental dilemma. I am actually wasting away, and there's nothing, seemingly, I can do about it. For about the past month or so, things have been growing ...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 03:50:00 PST |
The cannonade of doubts |
Growing up, my father used to call me "Mr. Know-it-all." I had an answer for everything, oftentimes the wrong one, but that never stopped me from vehemently defending myself, not always in order to b...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 11:57:00 PST |
7-7-7 |
I hear the mountain breathe. It's a slow inhalation, more patient than the erosion that carves away at its face. Sunset bleeds purple and pink into jagged wounds, and the giant slowly exhales as the...
Posted by 1986 David Bowie in Labyrinth on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 01:44:00 PST |
