May 20th, 2006
comment w/ your name and
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a liquor I'd take a shot of with you.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered or liked about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.
Current Location: Enginedown-Brushes
May 11th, 2006
|07:49 pm - That music put me through quite a spin, i must say|
It's about time to
Listen to the rain
Beating against the roof, the house the
stray cats and trash cans awaiting pick-up
You never hear anyone say they're scared of the rain anymore...
Even when we were kids splashing in the
aftermath of a good spring storm
The skies would grow dark
And they still do.
And we would run inside when we go soaking wet
and we still do.
And the rain would batter the tin
roof and it would be
muted enough to be pleasent.
It was always the most soothing sleep when
We would fall asleep with the trees blowing 'round outside
May 1st, 2006
|09:43 pm - thoughts|
This situation clarifies a few things.
a) I am a child of the 80's. The worst case scenario occurs, and all i can think about is how damned ironic it would be if the Brat Pack came through the doorway and re-enacted the last two hours in front of our faces. we don't need no pep talks, no counseling to pull us through; we have 16 Candles and every other romantic comedy to map out our situation (were just playing our favorite scene). It looks as if God really does have a sense of humor.
b) I am either a horrible writer or one of the most jaded people i know. in this circumstance, many kids,teenagers, adults, anyone with half a fucking brain would be pumping out page after page of horribly depressing, but undeniably true, poetry or prose. Instead, I sit back and laugh and add a dash of with to an ultimately sobering reflection, and hope that other people will recognize the sheer irony of the situation.
To those reading this: I want you to know that I am indeed not crazy. I simply am standing beside myself writing this. I have my tongue firmly planted in my cheek, but I can safely say that karma is a bitch, and I ain't no hypocrite. The End
Current Location: Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Honeybear
March 20th, 2006
It's a long road home.
7 hours to be exact.
Full of broken walls mended, various animals
and rolling landscapes.
Instead of facing the scenery I put my head on a pillow and dreamt.
I can't remember what about exactly
But i can pretend i was flying or singing or driving in the rain.
It doesnt really matter
"We've got 5 years..."
Headphones are digging into my ears, but the crooning is too loud for me to care. Bite my lips and adjust my head to the setting sun that was casting a glancing glare from the shrouded window; the tinted window with the backlight that transforms everything into a silhoutte. Just outside a man is throwing his baby into the air, a bouncing, floating, living weight gurgling and giggling as he gains elevation
we've got 5 years.. my brain hurts a lot.
The mom, at least the woman standing next to the man, looks a little nervous each time her toddler is jettisoned into the air, but she just smiles as the man opens his arms and catches the child.
As soon as the kid lands in the man's palms, the man wraps his arms close to the child and brings him near his huge orange beard. The little kid giggles again and lashes his arms out, grabbing onto a tuft of fiery facial har and holds on for dear life. The man slowly disentangles his beard from the babies iron fists, and bring the child closer still, deftly avoiding the child's grubby little groping paws. A kiss on the forehead emblazoned in black as the sun was setting. I smile and bring back memories. Was this how my childhood was?
Ah well, it was now
Current Music: ted leo
March 19th, 2006
hello suburbia. This place with rolling hills and mud piles, empty csrboard boxes on sale at a flea market that makes up downtown. This place used to be beautiful. I would go on walks and try to forget peoples' name and just look at the scenery and smile, and take pictures to my little hearts content. And now it's gone. at least in the immediately surrounding area. I leave the house, i stil feel cigarette smoke and i see dirt hills rising over the mountains, over the trees, threatening to push the houses in. And then they build. More houses. and more. and more. and more.
I would like to send out a big fuck you to kentucky, everyone. home soon, hopefully
Current Music: little cousin playing gamecube
March 6th, 2006
|09:37 pm - Dear Ben|
You make me ________. You should _______. Someday I will ______. You = ________. If I saw you now I'd __________. I would build a _______ just for you. I would get your name tattooed on my __________. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We could drink __________ under the stars. My love for you is like that of ____________.
Current Music: Jenny Lewis
February 18th, 2006
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Current Music: trying of clothes in the background
February 14th, 2006
I suffice it to say that we
the darlings of relationships and a bit too much to drink on new year, have
the right to own the world.
To lift our glasses high with the same ambrosia that made us,
Tilt our heads back and laugh the same laugh that escaped through the air as the ball dropped a number of years ago.
It's allusions that
make you feel closer to home.
February 13th, 2006
6:20 am and i now have enough coffee in my system to operate for the next few hours without shit to do.
Not a note of music was playing tonight,
but there were enough songs running through our heads.
It kept me singing for hours of losing my age and counting fireflies, til my head hurt.
There are so many unremarkable places in this town that people take for granted. So many places where eyes pass smoothly over and dont see the details that make mediocrity such an amazing thing, pardon the paradoxical bullshit.
The only thing this town has really made me come to despise are wide left turns.
Every road has some run down diner to be rediscovered every saturday night.
Hours bring honesty and respect.
I wish this pen made the white noises that Hank made
happily spillin unrevised narratives into a bulging file
My cat is so damned arrogant.
And i love him for it.
He's been watching my every move and word with that nonchalant lazy eyed stare.
He's been trying to fall asleep for the last 20 minutes or so.
I know how to end things now, to put provocative points of punctuation at points that
persuade the writer and the reader to think of ideas and let them run wild.
Let them dance on a page and not give a shit about what the modernists think.
You can ramble on and on and on and on and on as long as you engage the reader long enough to let
Not everybody gets to go home feeling satisfied
Current Music: Serena Maneesh
February 2nd, 2006
uuhhh life has taken a turn for the better.
reasons to be unexplained, but still, im smiling.
2nd semester is going well, for all of those whom i barely see. we should change that.
just not on livejournal.
Current Music: architecture in helsinki