i cannot stand another year of holding my breath.
my face is turning bluish gray.
not hot.

my posse is leaving town.
[sadness.]

boo yeah elliot smith

what weird world wavers
wonders
with whimsy
when
wishful words
went wanting
why would we
will women wandering
walking wayward
writhing wildly
while widow's weep
wasted wilting willows
wearing wisdom's wars
wholly
unholy

i think i am going to throw up.

my blog is lame. dammit.

[insert a poem about lust, lonliness and love lost]
i just cannot write lately because i know where it
will lead.

i better just listen to belle & sebastian and think
about the boy with the boots.
and peter fonda.

nice afternoon.

"you think she is an open book but you
don't know which page to turn to..."-cake

i must see the trip soon!

xanadu is offically complete
veronica vaughn marked it out as ours.
now i am never coming out again.

songs for putting one foot in
front of the other:
Demon Days by Gorillaz
Noah's Ark by CocoRosie
Bleed Forever by Super Furry Animals
perhaps a little bad techno too...
(i can't resist)

new space is good.

how does so much happen so fast and yet remain unchanging?

i am going to have nightmares about vincent price tonight.

i hate summer.

umm...yeah...
lets just say
my mood is greatly improved

see The Life Pursuit by Belle & Sebastian

i've fallen and i can't get up.

i swear i am hearing things since last night.
fucking subconcious.

for an Irishman i am not very lucky...

the fanatic by felony

watch out. i think i may really be on to
something here.