crowings

157 hours to deadline. A crawling sense to doom is unhinging at the depths of my consciousness. I wade waist deep through a sea of discarded coffee cups, processed food wrappers and the scattered fragments of once proud scientific literature. I must keep racing blisteringly towards that faint hope that is yet only a pinprick on the dark horizon.

Prolly I should try to sleep...
Read More

Tonight I was walking around alone, drunk, lost, confused and feeling a real bit of sorry, when a beatup camry drove by, its windows sealing it in from the cold, but not enough to resist the 100 decibels of this song ballasting brilliantly into space. I stopped in my tracks and followed that tune as it sang off into distant obscurity and all the hardness...
Read More

I'm too laconic for my own good.

I'll see you in a month, loves. Until then, the brightest blues and deepest hues.

P.S. I didn't make this clear, but I thoroughly regret writing most of the stuff in this post.

P.P.S. I'm under a rock this month because I'm *knocks on wood (invokes tree spirits)* finishing my thesis. If I find a little niche...
Read More

Okay, it's time to take that one down.

I write sporadically, usually in little fits that curl around the space of a few hours and land in some calm state of resignation. It's often difficult for me to look back upon what I've written without wincing self-consciously (the parcels prior to this post being no exception), but it's nice to let them air out a...
Read More

Well, I've been looking for some time to do a real update lately and have meanwhile found this collection of waxy and languid thoughts. They're odds-n-ends from throughout the years, now patched together like a roughed-up quilt strung across time, or assuredly flawed pearls across the universe.

In other words, this is a...

>>>>WANKER ALERT!<<<<


-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Left is open up tonight
He left without a...
Read More

Birds and flowers can only wave in the wind to say hello.

I just wanted to say hello to you too... boo boo boo

I'll be damned if I don't have a righteous spot of trouble taking myself seriously sometimes.

I could break myself into a thousand pieces
and still never be further from you.

It's been plenty busy the past month. My existence has felt a bit like a sponge that's been stretched across an unwavering desert plane, drawn so taut that all conception of which parts of it are still intact and where those parts might be is lost, and quickly eviscerated of...
Read More

This morning I had a dream within a dream. Not only that, but in the dream I received an interpretation (though rather superficial) of the dream I'd 'awoken' from. It went like this:

I and two quite excellent friends of mine sat languidly in porch chairs midway between our porch stoop and a grand urban beach set before us. A sunset, burning orange skies almost...
Read More

I step out for some fresh air and the door closes behind me.
Thin freezing lines dart forth.

It's been a long time since I've been in a torrential downfall. That heavy thudding sound drumming at your ears from inside your shelter, acoustic vibrations running along every physical configuration, a canyoned gamut oppressively pouring upon every form, gargantuan force molded from countless barely detectable stirrings....
Read More

It takes a certain determination to chase a feeling. It's not quite stubbornness, as stubbornness implies a constant rebuffing of failure, a blindsided demeanor beset upon a goal. Neither is it as a dream; a satyr's pursuit of a nymph supinely played out for the benefit of an unwatching flower, an inevitability that needs no invitation. Instead, chasing a feeling is like following a wispy...
Read More