apocalynx

heya! i guess it's about time to post in this nifty little journal-thing! so it took a little while to get everything ironed out what with my cra-a-azy schedule (note to self: get a job sucka!), but it's all here, and so.

actually got out of the apt. today though, finished off the contents of whatever was around and took a drive to the portland headlight. much awesome scenery and decent creative writing abounded! (what's the past tense of abound, anyway?) then the clouds came in a bit more and the wind picked up, so off i went to home. and now here i am, a belly full of ramen and a guitar buzzing cos i put it too close to the compy. roight!

anyway
peace out, yizzo



a bouquet of pink and red roses sits discarded on the bench
dedicated to amy st. laurent - left to the wind
"in light on angel wings"
sun spreading to just before my feet
now i'm the only one shadow enshrouded
but the sea blows a cool breeze through my bangs
it's okay. i smile.
metal and flesh birds
water molecules flying in slow motion beautiful violence
missing you. THC.
the ocean's currents shift blue and green swirls of white
you're by my side. i smile.
mysterious rusted pipework entwined in chunks of concrete
this was once a military fort williams
now it's just a place to bring your kids and tourists
ahh well. i smile.