home.
rain.
i wish this was what life was really like.

Listening To Otis Redding at Home During Christmas by Okkervil River
(its not christmas but this still applies)

summer
summer
summer

a wise person once told me that its either feast or famine,
yes...

summer smells so good.

torture. torture. torture.
dammit.

Kansas City by Okkervil River
(if i could only listen to one song
for the rest of my life it would be
this one...)

I love night.

Let Down by Radiohead

so pretty much listening to the cure

in an attempt to appeal to my inner
pissed off teenager:
High by Feeder

our motto:
topless lemons. bottomless lemonade.

found old journal.
angsty & hilarious.

"Those flowers are peering at me, looking over then sliding their eyes away before I can catch their stare. But I know it. I see it. They cannot hide it. Why the hell are they staring at me?! Ripping me inside out. Telling me what to do. Beautiful bursts of red color radiating my mind. Stop it please! I acknowledge your beauty, I cannot receive your message. Leave me alone, oh, please."

It also sounds like I may have possibly been on psychedelics...
but really, not much has changed...scary...

and sleep.

not listening to anything right now and it is really starting to piss me off.

realizations that have occured over
the last twenty-four hours:

1. physical pain at my hands may
explain a lot of things i didn't
understand before (yeah, i equals
oblivious).
2. i should not discount perspective
because it may actually have a
purpose.
3. when you hear heavy breathing
its time to hang up.

maybe i should become a go-go
dancer...they do get to wear cute
boots...

XXXII

THE LEAVES, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and somewhat of
Portentous inference,

The parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy,—
Inviolable compact
To notoriety.

-Emily Dickinson

"Park that car, drop that phone.
Park that car, drop that phone. (dream about me)
Park that car, drop that phone.
Park that car, drop that phone. (dream about me)
Park that car, drop that phone.

Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that.
Now you're all gone got your make-up on and you're not coming back."

-Broken Social Scene

IBURNIBURNIBURNIBURNIBURN

I am just going to use other people's words for now...

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

-Sylvia Plath

this summer i plan on having a fabulous bohemian adventure...

songs for summer park adventures
under subtle intoxication:
who cares by gnarls barkley
once in a lifetime by the talking heads
talking bout my baby by fatboy slim

"You know what a black hole is?"
"Yeah that's how I make my living."
-Deconstructing Harry

you shouldn't have to leave bed on days like this...

The Body Breaks by Devendra Banhart

nothing i could say right now would be appropriately express my
circumstance. Yet, somehow, the lack of words is too much for me to bear.

Yesterday Never Tomorrow by The Stills
Shadow by Cloud Cult

the rain is back...

spook spook
goes the ghost

tonite i am strictly listening to the mammas and the papas

its amazing what a little wine will do to one's head...
i am having an experience.

[saul williams called and he wants his poetry back]

oh the banana republican refugees
confined to small corners
of cafes
sad in khaki
and cotten
all the new spring colors
fashion icons
longing for the literary
la
on their lips
they sting and burn
and read their emotions
in the monotone of
their isolation
deep from the caverns
of their cheaply furnished apartments
wanting the deep
hoping we'll weep

i weep
but only because
i am one of them.

Naomi and Ghost by Neutral Milk Hotel