June 2009
2 posts
tennessee
where do you look when you know you’re lost
are the windows down
go to work, and send your kids to school. follow fashion, act normal. walk on the pavement, watch T.V. save for your old age, and obey the law. repeat after me: i am free.
May 2009
1 post
today
so starts the day that i realize i have no soul
April 2009
3 posts
i am slow i am getting older
Heathcliff says: i knew her before she had a brain and fingers and toes Heathcliff says: and i loved her before she even exsisted Heathcliff says: its weird loveing something for no reason
new new new day
i need a new imagination
March 2009
2 posts
you are going to wake up dead
bring my stone and fork into your bedroom where you sleep so i can show you what it feels like to be a real man where your brain is mashed into your face and all you can see are my claws tearing out your eyes give me that look one more time i want you to look through me one more time before your teeth are in my hands and your mouth is fucking shut do you feel like a man now?
CONNECTICUT, US OF A
you said nothing is ever weird i have a lot of questions for you that im too tired to ask. but i’ll ask you this much…what do you think about? do you think about the rising sun or the opal moon? do you wonder why this keyboard exists? or why your skin will start to crease and your hair will whiten and why you will bother to ask yourself, where did my life go? did it perhaps cross...
February 2009
1 post
January 2009
5 posts
go fly a kite !!!!!!!!!!
making a list (checking it twice)
THINGS TO DO SO THAT I STOP DETESTING MY SORDID ABYSMAL LIFE
learn how to write screenplays/film
read a lot of extremely intellegent works of literature
find some cafe to hang out where i can look veryvery hip
running, badminton, yoga, stop eating candy
volunteer imprint imprint imprint/boar/wpirg
learn french
gardening and cooking
travel to vancouver/montreal/halifax/the north
...
do you ever feel like not existing?
im a water droplet hidden in the corners of your ceiling im a phantom reaching out my fingers to pass through your perfect face im the wind that floats into your lungs to rip them out im the ghost that follows you home at night
“beesech me kind father for the days are getting longer and my spine grows ever...”
DO MY HAND PRINTS FIT YOU
no eyes open eyes shut my eyes
still life
December 2008
3 posts
“only god can see me now”
