Unsung

Falling down

2011-12-10T22:53:00.001-05:00

The meninges-web is a buffer for the brain It clings in spidery strands That connect the gray matter And when gravity yanks you against That concrete floor That heavy rusty hook and nail Your brain Swings And bounces Against those yellowed skull-walls The meninges-web clings desperately And buffers Your lip splits Forehead cracks You never checked If there was still blood there Stained on

Air.doc

2011-11-02T00:19:00.000-04:00

She makes out a fluttering shape around the exit sign. A collection of triangles — a moth. She strains her eyes to see. A moth, wings spasming in uncontrolled tics, dive-bombs the red neon sign over and over. It crowds close to the blistering capital T. The letters march upward, miles high, punctuated by shivering wings.

Air.doc

2011-11-02T00:18:00.001-04:00

A shape rears up in front of the car. She grinds the steering wheel to the right, gasping, and the car lurches to one side. The invisible ocean carries her entire body, and she has to plunge her foot down on the brake to keep from crashing onto the sidewalk. She sees the moth, twitching and tripping over a mile-high capital T.She’s losing her grip on the steering wheel and she’s out of the

Air.doc

2011-11-02T00:14:00.001-04:00

She thinks of locked doors and green lights and moth wings. She thinks of her mother, a laughing voice that emanates from the tiny speaker of her cell phone.

Air.doc

2011-11-02T00:13:00.001-04:00

The room tilts again, swinging beneath her. She sinks down into the bed and keeps sinking, buried in the blanket, her body passing through the mattress, through the floor, deeper and deeper.

Curiosity

2011-08-13T15:13:00.003-04:00

My love is beautiful Well baby, so is mine. See, the only time I hear you take the name of the Lord Is when you're tied to the bed With your face against the headboard. So, do you take it in vain? And why don't you take it Again and again? - Pain of Salvation

Girl Pt. 2

2011-07-30T13:13:00.006-04:00

There is a seism drifting through the ocean. Jellyfish bob against fish on their hooks. Bright shiny steel and chum littering the surface. They disperse clouds of red that smell like shit.Cabbage jellyfish tumble onto shore. They are rubber-like to the touch. Their lack of tentacles is unconvincing. They lie submerged in the sand. Broken seashells scatter and gnaw with gritty teeth. The sand is

Bones Pt. 45

2011-06-26T11:57:00.001-04:00

"Ever been around here before?" She’d shaken her head. "Want to go somewhere?"She swished the water around, breaking up the layer of bacteria, and spit, with gusto, into the metal sink, making it ring.

Sucking teeth

2011-06-10T04:42:00.005-04:00

And here., what waaspp it here. WhT am I doing. Shudder are the maps, there shou,d be maps.WhT the Fu k is this room, this. O,c, this stiff sheet across my legs, the circulation. air radiating. In a flower petal bloom. Fling cold air, stir the hot guts of the pot bellied stove. My teeth click and chatter, grind and attack one another in a suicidal fuckthedentist fury. A righteous and mighty

Nanorosion

2011-05-21T15:57:00.001-04:00

June brought a friend when she went to visit herBy the time they reached Indiana, Bill realized thatThere’s a bomb on this plane. I offer no proof. AndDarlene and Johnny ran over their Chinese pug SugarWhen Jesus was born, I thought he had a caul; butHe and his lover were down to their last few T cellsThey had withdrawn after the last repulse“Let’s taste each other’s bodies now without pleasure

Please hold on

2011-03-27T14:06:00.003-04:00

Rumbling beneath us, the windows are flashing, white and brilliant redRain blowing in from underneath the overhangRain in curtainsShaking and rumbling in the air, circling nowYour hair is sticking to you in long ribbons, the spray from the rainArms curled around kneecapsOrange electric light unfurling andThe light around us from the clouds is Bone-colored

God is coming

2010-12-08T15:16:00.002-05:00

She expected, with each gust of wind, every indeterminable crack, the surge of rain, to be swept up off her feet in some divine light, to see the white hands of the angels, of Mother Mary, touch her gently on top of her head. Or perhaps she'd slip into a deep, pleasant sleep, carried off to heaven on the crest of a dream. Or perhaps she might even die, the house caving in around her, buckled

on the flowered bedspread

2010-11-21T16:40:00.000-05:00

"You look so tired," she said.

XXXX

2010-11-21T16:39:00.001-05:00

And it happened. And then it kept happening. It was still happening.

Girls in Light Study

2010-11-21T16:37:00.000-05:00

"This one was hard to lose," he said.

High tide

2010-10-26T17:51:00.003-04:00

our jaws click together shells in high tidea long hand on my back sliding to my waisti'm blinking in the heavy wind and i can't stop that roar in my stomach and the beating of insect wings of siphoning mouth-parts slurping nectaroh I could never stop him, i may as well throw rocks at that roaring crested waveoh the heat leaving meoh I could never stop him, oh

It keeps happening

2010-10-17T16:00:00.004-04:00

Bones pt 1.4

2010-10-17T15:34:00.001-04:00

She dreamed, before she knew she was asleep, of coasting deep underwater in a potbellied submarine, the pressure of the ocean pressing down on her, gravity multiplied, and long train tracks leading away for miles along the ocean floor.

How it happened

2010-10-17T15:16:00.002-04:00

We were sitting side by side on the stoop. It was summer so I probably wasn't cold. The only alcohol in the apartment was a bottle of mead. No corkscrew. We opened it with a nail and the back of a claw hammer.So we were sitting side by side and I was drinking the mead out of a glass. We had warmed it over the stove and poured it into glasses. We wrapped the glasses in napkins. We smoked his

Bones pt 2.3

2010-10-17T15:04:00.005-04:00

She caught a glimpse of his ribs through the gap of his shirtsleeve, the furrowing undulations of skin along the peaks of those bones. Heat touched her cheeks. She lowered the can in her hands and he lowered his arm, obscuring the sight, concealing the movement of shadows and shifting bones, and she was embarrassed again, somehow, swallowing hard, and she watched him rinse the can opener in the

Get up get up

2010-10-13T22:15:00.010-04:00

Man, you should have seen herThe weight rolled off her backGave so much loveWithout even tryingMan, you should have seen herShe was beautiful like rainTo weather all the worldAnd stay the sameStay the same- Ours

You can only keep this shit up for so long.

2010-09-25T13:20:00.004-04:00

I remember extracting myself from that cold bed, picking at my clothes, stepping carefully around everything. Slouched by the window outside with a menthol from the night before, how the smoke only made my organs colder.Wrapped up in a hoodie, weighed down by my bags, walking down that long road. The clouds covering the whole sky. The headphones in my ears urging me, "Breathe in, breathe out."

On the bricks behind that one place

2010-09-23T09:53:00.004-04:00

Oh, I got lip gloss on you. Oh. Come here. Let me get that.There.Hmm? Oh. It's my favorite shade. Bright red. Non-sticky. A great gloss. Tastes like sugar. It's called "Poppy."Come here.I always thought "Poppy" would be sort of pink. Nope. Bright red. Like the fields in the Wizard of Oz. Right? Here. Let me get that.Poppy. I think it's my new favorite flower.Do you feel anything

Still asleep

2010-08-17T09:58:00.002-04:00

I woke up this morning in a panic, thinking it was September, and I'd slept the month away, and everything these past few weeks had been a dream, and you were there, and you were there, and you

In the rain,

2010-08-06T16:53:00.001-04:00

it takes me years.

The Things You Used to Say

2010-06-18T10:48:00.003-04:00

Sounds like watercolor,Anything to drown me.I will sleep until I sing myself awake.And I always liked it betterWhen the morning rises sooner,And I can't recall a single word I said.It's not like I can't stop,Pull back the playback in my head.I could lie here.I could lie, you know.- Kevin Moore

It's all vernal

2010-04-06T10:08:00.003-04:00

The heat's creeping up through the soil, the damp baked-brick smell of clay, the kudzu's in full bloom and wasps float by on strings."Oh, fuck," he says. "I could never lose you."

Static

2010-04-04T13:43:00.004-04:00

Six AM with the ants still moving beneath our skin. Blue and green incandescent bulbs throw shadows with gauzy edges. I'm on the floor and looking up, up at the ceiling, my skull touches the carpet, the world clips, clips again.I can make out their faces as they speak and comb through the memories. I'm a ghost on the floor, the impression of a form, the network through which communication

When I fly

2010-03-11T08:57:00.003-05:00

I stare out through the porthole and straight to the ground. At night the landscape is black and I see city lights in glistering starburst patterns. I keep my eyes on the window to convince myself I am outside and not slicing through the air in this cramped, people-lined fuselage.There's snow on the ground, not the wet slurry I'm familiar with but the hard-packed, frozen-over product of Chicagoan

Head

2010-03-01T11:38:00.002-05:00

I think you've got itAll rightIn your head, yeah.I think you got it All rightIn your head.There's something prettyFucked up With your conscience,But I'd say you got it All rightIn your head now.- OSI

Bones.txt

2010-02-19T11:29:00.003-05:00

she lives with him, learns from him, she’s still green, before she sleeps with himsomeone is dyingshe is shockedhe calls an ambulance and they leaveshe's shakencomes out of nowherethis is how Gina died

From hand to mouth

2010-02-07T09:25:00.003-05:00

aɪ ɪreɪs yʊ naʊaɪ doʊnt nid yʊ naʊaɪ ɪreɪs yʊ naʊ wɪθ ɔl ʌv maɪ pæst

A bloodless look about her

2010-02-01T14:44:00.003-05:00

She sat thinking of ground cochineal, the brilliance of it in dyed wool, the crack of hard candy that stains the mouth red. Coal-tar chemical mauve, synthetic, deceptive, misleading.

I Love You Baby

2010-01-26T22:59:00.005-05:00

Sickening

2010-01-26T22:38:00.001-05:00

Human remainsMass hysteriableeding the wall

2010-01-26T22:37:00.001-05:00

Now I dive under

Our Town

2010-01-07T10:02:00.002-05:00

Landing planesAnd rumbling trainsAre shaking the ground in our town again.Thought it twice,And kicking the iceI got turned back around and singingEverything's gonna be fine.I'm sure that we'll both be okay.- OSI

Telescopes

2010-01-07T09:35:00.002-05:00

Little pulsing bubble of light, this is the glow of the computer screen encapsulating me in the pitch-blackness of four AM.It's intimate and private and the sleep's beginning to settle over me like a drug.My thoughts keep wandering over to the little words printed on the shells of two-part gel capsules, the polychrome colors rattling like beads on a counter top, the quick and hissing

Where are you

2009-12-22T00:22:00.003-05:00

They screamed at each other until the police came.Help me, he texted, I am hiding in the trunk.

Likely

2009-12-15T09:43:00.001-05:00

I think about it sometimes, yes.

To the clouds, pt 2

2009-12-15T09:28:00.003-05:00

XXXX was my first. Lanky, tall, loud, and wild. There was no telling what could have drawn him to me. I suppose it was the library setting, something about the scent of book glue and ancient hardbacks that brought us together, silly teenagers with a shared love of generic pulp.We rode around in our friends' cars and discovered sex in his bedroom. Shy little me amazed at the sensation of his

They move through me

2009-12-14T10:02:00.002-05:00

I circle around him in my bare feet, cutting off his curls. He closes his eyes when I pull the comb. My hand steady on his freckled arm. The tiny scar at his eyebrow giving him a look of perpetual concern. He smiles when I'm finished, and shakes out the towel while I sweep his curls from the floor.Waking up, we look confused. Squinting and searching, our mouths parting. When he rolls over

Self-evident.

2009-12-11T11:13:00.001-05:00

A rose is a rose.If this is hemlock, then it is hemlock.Either Jane is alive or she is not.(06 November 2007, 7:54PM)

To the clouds, pt 5

2009-12-09T14:21:00.002-05:00

The last Christmas in that big hollow house, it was Jay and myself and our mother, sitting in the kitchen on Christmas Eve. The stone tiles cold beneath the soles of my feet. Half of us at midnight mass with our father, but I didn't blame them. He was the oldest and she was the youngest, a daddy's girl at thirteen, and somehow we knew she wouldn't be, couldn't be, in the future. Jay and I

To the clouds

2009-11-17T18:44:00.001-05:00

We would pretend that we were birds in the sky. I was the cardinal, she was the blue jay. We ran around with our arms flung open, catching swells of wind. Hollow bones lifting us to the clouds. Inevitably one of us would fall backward, landing flat on the ground, gasping for air. In our dying-bird throes after the inevitable collision with plate glass.

Four four two one

2009-11-13T10:45:00.002-05:00

Dreaming of a warm bed and nothing beyond my windows. Only glass panes and television snow.

She ate ghosts.

2009-11-13T09:14:00.003-05:00

She drank ghosts with her coffee. They swirled like white clouds fighting against the swizzle stick. She drank ghosts and they fell down inside her, fighting.She sipped ghosts from her soup. She said, "Egg drop please" and the egg whites clung to the plastic fork. Little spirits all gossamer on the prongs, and broth hot and making steam.They tripped her up from time to time, winding down her

Fireworks.txt

2009-10-13T14:45:00.005-04:00

missing something important, vital; blank spacefireworks explosion, huge eventmiles away; doing something wrong(27 hrs ago)

I document things

2009-10-05T10:13:00.005-04:00

Writing memoirs about things so that I don't forget them. Memory's fickleness. The most frightening thing. It's either gone or colored by the most recent little act. Years dissolving in a night. Months metamorphizing in a conversation, a word, a look.And the things no one remembers or wants to or talks about. That tiny comfort in this morning, freckles and dark curly hair framing his face. The

These kinds of things,

2009-10-05T10:11:00.000-04:00

no one ever remembers.

And she did great evil

2009-09-29T20:06:00.001-04:00

Somewhere, there was the sound of trains.

Girl

2009-09-24T17:25:00.000-04:00

And in this way, because of these stockings and nylon and cold red lipstick, the material of her skirt swishing against her knees, because of these she was a woman, though she had never been a woman, and would not be for some time.

Snapshots

2009-09-16T09:14:00.002-04:00

I want to fall in love with a photographerI want albums of beautifully-composed, candid printsLike stills from a movie"Best Cinematography""Best Leading Actress"

Plague_full_text.doc

2009-08-28T12:52:00.003-04:00

Next there was warmth, just on her left cheek, the knuckles of her hand. The pole heating up in her grip, almost scorching to the touch. A monstrous wind blew then, tossing her hair from her shoulders. She turned from the window and looked. There was the light, splintering, approaching from the front of the train. She could see it rushing toward her through the doors connecting the cars. A

2009-07-01T01:52:00.002-04:00

And she goes to bed again, in a desert of sheets.

I count things

2009-06-25T00:28:00.000-04:00

I counted four of them, one, two, three, four, tablets smaller than coins, chalk white. Sharp edges that can catch on the way down. Swallowed two at a time. The second pair sailed to the back of the throat like waterskiers zipping through a dream.3mg each. Did not check the label. Only counted, but I can't keep numbers in my head.

This is the issue

2009-06-25T00:24:00.000-04:00

FOUND, naked and drooling, sheets contorted, eyes rolled up, head emptied, the color of milk gone bad, flies

2009-06-24T15:24:00.000-04:00

Going going going

People That Have the Power to Shape the Future

2009-06-16T11:09:00.004-04:00

They feed you and deceive you, and when you get old they finally leave you.

Asleep in Centralia 01

2009-04-03T15:56:00.000-04:00

She follows the split seams of Route 61, the stench of coal and sulfur bouquet.

Insomniac

2009-03-18T12:23:00.005-04:00

I'm buzzing from frame to frame, clipping, corroded film, reel to reel. You see how the image can blink out of existence. There's the TV snow, anachronism, antiqued now. I'm clipping from reel to reel.Outside in the morning, I walked and it was still dark. Not a blush from the sun just yet, and the kudzu's budding. Two weeks ago there were only lashes of vines straining beneath the packed

Ekstasis

2009-02-28T14:59:00.005-05:00

1350–1400; ME extasie < MF < ML extasis < Gk ékstasisdisplacement, trance, equiv. to ek- ec- + stásis stasis

Splinters

2009-02-27T12:09:00.000-05:00

No longer concerned if this is The Right Thing.

Shatter

2009-02-25T11:21:00.001-05:00

We were picking glass from our feet for years.

In fiction

2009-02-18T19:36:00.004-05:00

Tornado siren wailing, we crouch in the basement of Park Hall. There's an electrical storm outside the window. Dr. McAlexander dances with Judith in circles and he laughs, and we're all laughing, too, waiting for the all-clear.

******

2009-02-14T19:54:00.001-05:00

Three years down and roses from strangers.

Fever

2009-02-07T21:39:00.002-05:00

Climbing telephone wires connecting planets and walking tightrope from star to star to star to star up through the atmosphere up through the galaxy into the void into the sun into the quasars across all of that distance and then

Oscillate

2009-01-29T22:22:00.002-05:00

Definition: change back and forthSynonyms: be unsteady, flicker, fluctuate, librate, lurch, palpitate, pendulate, pitch, pivot, reel, stagger, sway, swing, switch, swivel, thrash, undulate, vacillate, vary, waltz, waverNotes: oscillate means to be undecided about something or regularly swing from side to side, while osculate means to kiss or to come togetherAntonyms: remain, stay

Float

2009-01-17T22:49:00.000-05:00

You've been here all along.Glad you've come around,Glad you've come around.Thought we had lost you there for a moment.- Circus Maximus

Home Was Good

2009-01-17T21:58:00.003-05:00

Ninety-five percentHappen in the home.Swallowed by the bedAnd caught in the phone.Hammering the wallsAnd sleepwalking falls.Overstepping out,And haunting the halls.Go on ahead.- OSI

Red Petals 3

2009-01-16T20:37:00.000-05:00

I said, "Oh. Oh." I said, "Not now." I said, "Later." And meanwhile there are months and months and months.(24th-Jul-2008 12:16 am - Selfish.)

Red Petals 2

2009-01-16T20:36:00.001-05:00

I said I'm taking care of myself but there are parts that atrophy. The parts connecting us, the network of fleshy strings and strands, wet tissue.(24th-Jul-2008 12:16 am - Selfish.)

Red Petals 1

2009-01-16T20:28:00.001-05:00

There's a pop outside like a firework. Fuselage and spark, maybe the plastic syrette in the foil package, warming in my palm.(24th-Jul-2008 12:16 am - Selfish.)

Odd Clouds #1

2009-01-11T09:12:00.002-05:00

Agnes watches with a widening smile, and she crouches to stretch out her hand. She lifts Susan over the edge of the roof and the girl sits back, gasping, her cheeks rosy and bright."You can," she says, and the sun catches her eyes. "You can see everything."Agnes laughs and clambers over the slick stone tiles, stepping over spatters of bird lime. Her shoes sound like fat raindrops on the roof,

Air.doc (Read-Only)

2009-01-05T10:40:00.003-05:00

Gabe sees snow.Only television snow, at first. But when she sits up and her spine creaks like old machinery and her eyes start to focus, she sees snow. Through the cracked windshield of the wrecked Cadillac, it’s snowing.Her leg hurts like hell. Her teeth click together once and she doubles over, sliding a hand down her thigh. There’s snow falling on the window and her leg hurts like hell.(

σύν · βίωσις

2009-01-04T18:48:00.002-05:00

composite of dread and compulsiondefined by who you are withfetishizeworship an object

Farewell oh-eight.

2008-12-31T11:05:00.002-05:00

Today is one of those days when we all look back and nod and smile and say, "Those sure were three-hundred and sixty-five days."

Paradoxical.

2008-12-24T11:32:00.007-05:00

I am simple when the world stops.My EQ is set to "Loudness."The side effects of XXXXX include euphoria, drowsiness, hallucinations, anterograde amnesia, impaired coordination, skin inflammation, aggression, and mania.Drink a full glass of water and mundus terminat.

Nice to Know

2008-12-21T15:49:00.003-05:00

Saw her at a red light,Headlights flashing like shooting stars.In the fast lane, like an aeroplane.Never saw the tail light,Windshield cracked like an insight.It was a long flight, but I'm all right now.I can tell you're falling.Ooh, it's nice to know.- Chroma Key

A loss has occurred or may occur.

2008-12-04T22:48:00.004-05:00

Flækja

2008-11-30T22:46:00.002-05:00

And November disappeared.

"And he answered them nothing."

2008-11-21T11:41:00.002-05:00

O mighty Nothing! unto thee,Nothing, we owe all things that be.God spake once when he all things made;He sav'd all when he Nothing said.The world was made of Nothing then;'Tis made of Nothing now again.- Crashaw

Observation.

2008-11-19T10:30:00.001-05:00

Sometimes when my lips are dry and I take a drag off my cigarette, they vibrate against the filter and make a minuscule farting sound, as if I'm playing a note on a tiny kazoo.

Google notebook #1

2008-11-17T00:33:00.000-05:00

As Mr Gray laid waste to the front of her house, in Shoreham-by-Sea in West Sussex, Mrs Dovey watched television in her living room.

vinegar_and_chalk.txt

2008-11-10T13:45:00.001-05:00

hair was subjected to doses of henna, animal innards, prolonged sunbaths, and other more severe bleaching agentswith saffron and a derivative of arsenicthe arsenic or lye would strip the color out of hairThe lye is made, in part, from the ashes of burnt vines.(Modified 9/18/2007)

Rabbit notes.txt

2008-11-07T10:06:00.003-05:00

Internal hemorrhage is more dangerous than external, because it is generally inaccessible. The chief remedies are copious venesection, elevated position, opium and acetate of lead, cool air, and cool drinks.The best suture, because the least irritating, is that made of silver wire; but if this material is not at hand, strong, thin, well-waxed silk is used.(S. D. Gross, A Manual of Military

Birdcages.txt

2008-11-02T23:15:00.002-05:00

how does it feel to know that you will never be that happy again?BirdcagesThe ziplinePorcelain sinks, teacups, painted filigree, whitewashedFilmsAbsenceArchitecturecontrast by birds(Modified 6/22/08)

Please Hang Up

2008-11-01T20:02:00.004-04:00

The number you have reached — 9 — 1 — 1Has been changedThe new number is3The new number is3We're sorry.Will you please hang up?- Chroma Key

scrap.doc

2008-10-29T12:37:00.000-04:00

I wonder if they can read this? I wonder if they can read this? I wonder if they can read this? I wonder if they can read this? Make it better again? Make it better again? Make it better again? Better? Better? Better? Better again?(Modified 4/28/05)

Untitled.txt

2008-10-27T08:00:00.001-04:00

What did you do when they abolished your religion?You stood there until the shade grew.You knocked down your head in the porcelain sink.(Modified 4/9/08)

X

2008-10-26T14:15:00.001-04:00

Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadfull, for, thou art no soe,For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.- Donne

Back to those places.

2008-06-17T15:14:00.000-04:00

My visit to Raleigh was an odd experience. When I walked into my grandparents' house, the familiarity of it surprised me. The smell, the look, the feeling of the place was completely the same as it's been for years -- for my entire life, really. When I climbed the stairs to my room, the same room I've slept in for twenty-one years, even the sound of the floorboards creaking was jarringly

Tendencies.

2008-06-17T02:46:00.000-04:00

I get into weird transitory moods sometimes. Often, I engage in activities that carry me into a certain desired state of mind. Today I rabidly cleaned my apartment, and my thirst for cleanliness spread to Cat, who proceeded to gut the living room closet and drag Kalan into the whole ordeal. I ended up tossing a bunch of old clothes into a donation bin and was tempted by the desire to throw out

Absentee.

2008-06-11T17:36:00.000-04:00

Things will be pretty messy around here for a while. I'm trying to figure out exactly what I want in this new layout and what I'll be happy with. The ladybugs were around for just under two years, which is the longest time I've kept a layout since I even started writing online.The odd thing about summer is getting your head around the transitional period. Sure, I've been out of class since the

Vacation.

2008-05-17T05:58:00.000-04:00

Back from Charleston. Bronze.There are complications concerning my trip to C-town. If I can't make it on Tuesday, I won't be going at all. Which would suck, considering I don't have work all week and could really use the money and didn't exactly plan on buying groceries.I bought Pattern Recognition by William Gibson and it makes me feel all tingly inside. In a good way.Cat and I also bought

Graduation.

2008-05-10T23:10:00.000-04:00

Eric's graduation ceremony went well today! And my mom, Stan, my dad, Lisa, my mom's parents, my uncle Bobby, and my cousin Ashley all got to come. We got great seats in the shade, and I even got to see Randy stand up alongside the other two people in the Ecology department when his diploma was announced. Good times.Now that an exhausting day of family-time is done, I'm ready to leave for

The open boat.

2008-05-05T15:04:00.000-04:00

When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important, and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and no temples. Any visible expression of nature would surely be pelleted with his jeers. Then, if there be no tangible thing to hoot, he feels,

Such a nerd.

2008-04-24T21:49:00.002-04:00

So I'm studying (long in advance, hurrah) for my Shakespeare final and I couldn't help giggling when I came across this. It's only funny out of context, of course, but it tickled me.

Buying new soul.

2008-04-20T06:30:00.000-04:00

White wall, I had to paint a doorI always find that I've been through it beforeClose it up and throw away the keyBreak the code, how happy I could be- Porcupine Tree

Sleep.

2008-04-08T03:43:00.000-04:00

So busy. I feel divorced from blogging.Buying melatonin again for the first time since high school. Oh, the memories.