5 mile island |
this city is smaller than i imaginedi got two jobs yesterday. within hours of each other. and both by serendipity and exquisite timingjob 1: finally, a bar job in the village/soho/noho.... on my way t...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 07:49:00 GMT |
falling down trying |
i was told tonight, by my good friend lee landers, that he counts on my insight... which made me realize i have nonei have my own perspectivetwisted and fucked up from my own experiencesi have no answ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 02:42:00 GMT |
it doesnt interest me what you do for a living.... |
things spin on and on here in brooklyn, when im here. as an unemployed starving artist ive been traveling on a biweekly basis. and everyday i realize the dichotomy of time and money. and i much prefer...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 00:11:00 GMT |
Rest in Peace Frances |
in this night i writethe words i havent yet brought to speechshe went this nighttoo tired to wait for mefor her partyknowing i was coming but ready to be gonei was too late to be left behindshe wasnt ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 03:02:00 GMT |
the leaver and the left behind |
i quit my jobi just leftwalked away silently... like a stealth little quitting ninjanoone even knewi had my filland it was time to goleaving frees you life is easier for the leaverrather than the left...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 21:34:00 GMT |
these boots are made for walkin |
its been a long day of sweatshopping my productivity. today, i played bass for the first time.. nancy sinatra ’these boots are made for walkin’..... and i loved it. im not as terrible as i...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 20:56:00 GMT |
why do i smell like formaldehyde? |
sicklyi begin to see why an ill body can give way to creative geniusi think of Munch, he spent most of his life ill in bed, and watched his family die off one by onehe painted the screami havent smoke...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 08:15:00 GMT |
thoughts on a nyquil high |
i realized my aloneness when sickness advancedhelplessuselesshands too shaky to open the bottlelooks like im drinking my water from the tap no one to get my nyquilor to wake me up to make me eatno bod...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 14:02:00 GMT |
bringing out the worst in a woman |
an excerpt from 'the game: penetrating the secret society of pick up artists'my cross sectional case study...."men are not dogs. we merely think we are and, on occasion, act as if we are. but by belie...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:47:00 GMT |
til i can catch you on the flip side |
i sometimes punish myself for my inability to self-regulate. i simply cant force myself to do something i dont want to, and sometimes i get so much (unnecessary) anxiety about something that i will av...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 21:52:00 GMT |
