I dont really like telling stories anymore.
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Mother always said the more you sleep, the wiser you'll be. I suppose she was right, seeing how I am immeasurably tired and can think of nothing but keeping awake.
Guillaume demande, "a votre âme arrivée?"
style.comI've been having lots of dreams about George Harrison. I've chewed my fingernails into little half moons again, and something is making the medicine cabinet shake. Today the sun is champagne...
I'm quietly tired of black and white film. It's much too moody.It would seem in my head that I have everything in the world to do. I look for the sun shining off all the floors and corners, and remin...
He had a mind like an orange, sweetened blue with the prevalence of solitude and the covert loving of midnight-heroes. He loved a boy from Romania who fell gracefully between sparkling and tedious, w...
They expand and their words become legible when properly coerced. Additionally and irrelevantly, using a photograph of Shia La-lastname was probably somewhat godawful.
a song(flickr)Things that no one ever says:If I were not so happy, none of this would never have happened.I find the Beatles' films rather well-done and enjoyable.
"The planks of this fever are bound by sorrow. I am no longer interested in milkshakes. He touches my neck like a lynching, and when I kiss the walls I hear thunder."I wrote that in 2007, December or...
This picture disturbs me a bit. It looks as though there's somebody in the background seeping out of the wall.We're going to Paris this March. My mother was going to try to hide it, you see, but the ...
Winter has thus far only seeped into my bedroom, like dust lurking fittingly in all my drawers and picture frames. J came over and flung open my windows, and now winter lives here comfortably. Walls ...
I'm convinced her name is Jad or something of the sort, but it most certainly isn't, for the names of those I admire have a more easygoing and balanced ratio of consonants to vowels in their names.Ye...
I just woke up in your morning to find that I'm there too.
We went to that woman's house, to make sure the cat hadn't knocked over any Christmas decorations or set anything ablaze. I put on the fur coat that lives on the back of her dining room chair. Her be...
M is afraid to see some film that H is rambling about because she's afraid it will make her stop believing in god. H comments upon the instability of M's faith if it's so easily shaken or dismembered...
the sun wasn't bruised any longerand I always remembered to watch the news
I am really much too ragged and joyless to know love in any manner which I proclaim too. I really am too much of a coward to not accept the vagaries and ease of deception. I am alone, but not quite b...
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soundtrackCake and flowers for Augustine, the muse.
I'm a knifethrower in love. I'm taking the morning train to surgery. Coincidentally it has nothing to do with the knifethrowing thing. I get banged up in punk hotels and my mother puts her worries in...
Last night:ambiguous jazzcirca 1986Courtney Love in the hardware storeLos Angeles is never this crowdedOn the airplane:lighthouse chatterindian banternavy blue revengeEcho and the Bunnymen phonics, p...
Did I tell you about the cat-faced snowman?-e
I.Evidently I can't just leave him there, all tied up like that.II.I know Johnny Sunshine personally, you know. He sleeps between my bed and me.soundtrack-A
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