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Trains are for meditation, for playing out long thought-processes, over and over; we trust them, perhaps because they have no choice but to go where they are going. Nowadays, however, they smack of a dying gentility. To travel by car makes journeys less mysterious, too much a matter of the will. One might as easily sit on a sofa and imagine a passing landscape. I doubt whether any truly absorbing conversation ever took place in a car; they are good only for word games and long, tedious narratives. We have come to regard cars too much as appendages of our bodies and will probably pay for it in the end by losing the use of our legs. We owe to them the cluttering of the landscape, the breakup of villages and towns

"I can hear music in the way you look at me
I can feel the lyrics in the texture of your lips…"

My Interests

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Second Glances, Second Chances

She cries for us
She cries for us to help her sleep

She brushed her autumn hair,
completely unaware
of what's going on around her

I told myself
one thousand times (I'm the cause her disease and keeping her from sleep)
we all color in truth
with a dreary shade of white

Sometimes
to delay the
digestion of the poison

we have to go

If we pretend it never helped us,
we're only fooling ourselves
And if we say it didn't hurt us
we're killing ourselves

She's starting to sing again

"I'm afraid you've lost your way to grow
but only in the morning light,
underneath the cracks."

We're taking second glances
I'm taking second chances

I Stapled up her Dreams
And Watched the Lights Grow Dim Around Us

"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."
All The World's A Stage."

Plug in the Sound of a Million Voices
I'll Sing Along, I'll Sing Aloud

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My Blog

Daydreaming of a Nightmare

These feet have left imprints on places that I'm sure would blow your mind, if only you could fit your bones into my skin& because the tide is washing away segments of the earth. Soon battles will be ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 17:36:00 GMT

Custom Made... Wash Warm Water Only

It looks like hail coming up through the window panes, but it doesn't look like rain, no it doesn't look like rain... and the atmosphere is changing to a perplexing shade of green, She wonder what it ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 07:47:00 GMT

Unfolding the Blueprints to a Beautiful Beginning

I miss the taste of your vocal chords for my lips have the vacancy to spare. When we exchange dialogue, the distance times the mileage process is unrelenting& So I am reinventing what your face might ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 12:12:00 GMT

Happiness: The version you won't find within the pages of Webster's Dictionary

Embed in these lips are the lyrics of every song you'll ever sing along to... I had trouble at first, but I used my heart to jump start and hot wire my tongue.  And there's this in...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 17:20:00 GMT

It isn't rain but your tears my dear.. and it looks like you're gonna need a raincoat anyway.

You've managed to tear carpet burns across my heart... well, let's look at it this way: I guess it's better than having to glue it back together all over again... when they told me to f...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 16:04:00 GMT

You may now cross your fingers and quietly place them behind your back.

"So it's that last something that meant anything, but who am i kidding.. it all means something.. it ALL meant everything."    It's funny how simple writing words onto a piece of paper can ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 15:55:00 GMT

This would be a lie if it were coming from your lips...

Everyone knows that this would never leave your lips...   "This isn't your typical love poem, but I can promise you with every word that follows, my love is sewn into every curve of eve...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 10:25:00 GMT

Prince Charming: What REALLY Happened

You made your way up to the castle, through secret passages that are opened by the altering of a book written by Shakespeare... through walls that turn by the flip of a switch, underneath ru...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 23:20:00 GMT

Slow Dance Slaughterhouse

You came into town with your glistening eyes and slaughtered the slow dance...  I've always been a hopeless romantic and you came to your own conclusions about that in the first few minutes ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 12:46:00 GMT

There's Just Not Enough Anesthesia To Go Around

I'm a little worried that tomorrow might fade away along with the thoughts of yesterday.  And I'm trying to recreate the moments that evolved into memories, but I'm confusing one w...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 18:25:00 GMT