EVERY GODDAMN FANTASY

2010-06-19T22:41:00.000-07:00

another mystical sheet, I found you under a thousand destinies
listening to the it album from 3 years ago, will life always be like
a regurgitation, praying on each other in fragile states.
you posted it, you are so weird. It is not for you to say
one empty room in a villa that doage is done,
it seems forgotten, a wah cut and a plaster type job
not in a wonderful place haunted by a history comp
sugarcoated love slipped through my fingers
better try and make a marriage to something before its too

shut up with your appocolyptic mouth we say. i gotta bite it
harder than ever before, a big selfidh bite, grip it, be hard
wordsworth no i don't know, there's too many scenarios in my head
tommorow's world, its all shit and wasted time, slippery sins

then blistering into you i called you through our secret conch
you hold it up and i blow. the candelabras are all lit and ready to go
im waiting for the call, when it all boils down far
too romantic for a buffet of broken words and edgy faces,
the magical pictures on my wall have lost all services historical

garden is all im yearning for now and a billion bits of dry instant coffee stuck to my lungs. I hope you called have you called yet

desert burger with two dream thugs
you are hanging on to your dream thug by a thread ditch me
switched im so drunk that im dead, do you know what i did last night
do you really wanna know? im hearing this in an accent in my head

and its like whoa. blister slow im shocked im scared i

2010-06-19T22:37:00.000-07:00

EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS TOO HARD RIGHT NOW
LUST VISIONS YOUR ALWAYS FOLLOWING NOW
DAYTONA ROADTRIP
I'M TRIPPING OVER MYSELF SO MUCH
DON'T EVEN REALISE HOW MUCH I'M LOVING
SOLID LOVE
THE FRIDGE IS GONNA BEEP AT YOU AGAIN
I SLURP ON YOU

HIS CRUEL HARD SPECTACLES

2010-06-19T22:21:00.000-07:00

WERE ALMOST TOO MUCH TO TAKE.

TRIPLE FEELINGS THEY
WEAVE IN AN OUT
A HOLLOW BODY YOU LEAVE ON THE CORNER

I'D RATHER HAVE THEM
I CAN BURN THEM

SMALL TALK AND
HEAVEN HEIGHTS
IN THE OTHER
REALM BATHED IN PURPLE AND GREEN
TINGES AN AWKWARDNESS GROWS

PEARLS WEIGH DOWN IVORY SKIN, HOW EASILY
BROKEN, ANOTHER HORRIFIC VISION
OF WHAT COULD HAPPEN
I STEPPED OUT OF HIS CIRCLE INTO
YOUR LARGER ONE

2010-06-19T22:12:00.000-07:00

golden phallic cigarette memorabilia
sorry i couldn't

lies asleep dreaming of love
a boy,a cauldron, a superhorn

CONCH EARS SUITABILITY
DECLINES
NOT SELF MY SELF FOR
3 YEARS AT A TIME

CHIVALRY PERMITS AN OCEAN OF
DESIRE, WHILE I'M A BIG
CITY KID
TWIN BEDS
THIS PLACE IS TAWNY AND REAL
A STEP AWAY FROM THE TOY
FANCY CITY
PSYCHIC READING READING HERE I COME
BAGEL CRUMBS AT MOUTHS
ALWAYS A BIT TOO MUCH AND I MISS YOU

2010-06-19T22:10:00.000-07:00

you like the heat and i like the congregation
oh boy we are two
arrows from an ancient
war
are you ready sourpuss?

A million waves form in this room.
Glances and swindles
not too much up
ever

i lost my sundae, hey

2009-08-16T02:30:00.000-07:00

I wonder what trawling is like,
fish market in the heart of it,
no feeling when you are on the front,
it could have been us in a different time
red pants blue socks African soldiers

Christmas won't happen the same again,
burn everything I ever gave you,

your pokemon evolved,

we really have no time for those grand feelings.

2009-07-12T02:05:00.000-07:00

I went to the hall of gems and it flocked to me. Radioactive shock and kids running into me.
that's the star of India.

the star of India?

YIP.

2009-04-29T19:11:00.000-07:00

If you say that its true
then it is
They lived in domes between concrete
and sky

you make heels look so
natural in your heelike
way

THIS BOOK WILL BLOW YOUR MIND
DINNER TIME SLUGS
Through this dew and out
again
were you involved in nazi warcrimes in germany between 1933-1945

you need to learn to
nail in our coffin

YOU ALWAYS

2009-04-29T19:10:00.001-07:00

WANTED ABRUPT
YOU GONNA LOVE THIS
IN TEN

the last one says ask.

FAWNING OVER LOSSY TEEN PRINTS
ITS SHOWS A SIDE OF HIM THATS REALLY QUITE
CUTE.

better get back to franking and

2009-04-29T19:05:00.000-07:00

AN INTERGALATIC BEING FORWARDED ME THE DETAILS OF HOW ITS GONNA BE

MAN YOU LOOK WEIRD TODAY ITS A TOTAL MINDFUCK.

Its hard to think love,
I get outta your zone for a second
and i'm filming love
I hope she knows
but maybe it was
just me
miserable you.
YEAH.WEIRD.
i see
flow it down
fuck you mind fuck.

whats the theme
one says panda
one says ask
have you seen the cat stamps
$1.75

2009-04-29T19:03:00.000-07:00

THESE INBETWEEN IMPULSE ARE
WHAT YOU REALLY WANT.

the french have a certainty about them that swells so hard.

This thing can make you think backwards resillience
is the key to
the pleasures in the back of my arms
whats in your
nothing. just want to beat it up.
not you but the things in your head. shake them.
STOP.

2009-04-29T18:56:00.000-07:00

Nasty office girl riot,
I'm going to have a talk with your lecturer

Your subcoscious dreams are different to your conscious ones

IM FEELING ABANDONED TODAY
AND PASTEL. HES LIKE A
ROCK. AN ANCIENT ICE ROCK
FULL OF YEARS OF GRINDING.

YES I'M A DELUSIONAL SWEETHEART
and I know that you are bad for me
I sigh in head and mind
but can't deliver.

Tin-Tin knows my
fictional daughter, is she fictional or hypothetical yet.
All this designer stationery. I'm having an intense week
but I haven't touched the depths of my toes. Its all
sugar and longing
strawberry lips blowing imaginary kisses to sore throated girls.
Overcast baby, who to trust. She thinks most are genuine.

HOW TO SCREW THIS UP.
ITS EASY.ITS SILENT.
ITS FULL OF BRICKS.

(I like secretly that I haven't changed a bit)

Brackets are IT

STEW

2009-04-29T18:52:00.000-07:00

Just want to hunt millionares and drink cocoa
today okay?

Let me be the light that shimmers on your
bathroom window
a herd of doves inside your ear

SALT HORSE STEW
DON'T MAKE ME
COPE
MAKE ME COPE

vulgar poetic monologist

green plus gold flecked eyes
volcanic anger
padlocked milk and can
chinese water torture cabinet.

2009-04-29T18:49:00.000-07:00

Liking this bogan vibe

Eastern ships ring
halves from the belly of the beast

Double sided hugs
and slogans

Just a dumb takeoff of an empty feeling

She wrote the essay
floating

Sugarloaf Tin-Tin
Give me the microlove now

CUT DOWN FROM TOWER
SPILLAGE AND DUSK

its your name. we see it.
it glows for us.

2009-04-29T18:46:00.000-07:00

I have to HAUL THIS LUGGAGE
I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS
ON CREAM DRENCHED DREAMS

APPROACH IT

SLOTHIN ON MY AVERAGE POP.
DRESSED LIKE GENIES
We know what you mean when

APPROACH IT

Watche dyou dissappear into the river
WILD BOAT right there
I watched a drip fall onto a seam
and washed out the mouth into our dreams
CRISP SHIT roll with it
one way it goes
just waiting for you to explode
incestual strung
blow

VANILLA BEAN FACE

2009-04-29T18:45:00.000-07:00

Drenched in cooking oil
you feel
POET HATE
on all the fingertips
you never know whats going to roll in

2009-04-29T18:41:00.000-07:00

confirmed fears. but we haven't filled the things yet.
half naked with a rabbit on your chest,
you can't make me
just a nest day. nest.
just a rest day bless.

Ninties white furniture back to haunt me

SUGAR LOAF DREAM FACTORY
BROKEN MY SOUL THEN REALISE DIDN'T WANT NO
MALIBU
BREATHE slowly china one,
no news here, no news for you

LINKED BENEATH SOLO THINGS
COULD YOU BRING ME A ROW OF BERRIES ON STRING
no more an addiction than a terrible thing, yours like hers but its mine,
like my ring comparsions are a waste of time but yours to bring

MOON SOMETHIN'

2009-04-29T18:38:00.000-07:00

ROLLED HERE ON EVES
WANTED TO FEEL MOTHERLY IN MY SLEEVES
VOICE IT YOU GOT IT. WATCHING INTREPID JOURNEYS WITH COTTON ON
YOU ARE THE GREY SWELLING AROUND MY HEAD AND THE SILVER LINING
BOOKS STARING AT ME FOR FAR TOO
LONG
She probally just got bored
more slowly. Find a purpose,
you know
THANKS FOR THE FUCKING TEXT.

No more big deals, just the glow special deal.
ex not ex flow strippers and creepers.

berkin

2009-04-29T18:35:00.000-07:00

WE BURN A FIRE BY THE GROTTO AND YOU MADE ME SWEAR THAT IT WAS OVER.

We fell into a paradise
It was alright.
I never showed you before but this time there is more.

Band of sisters, sisters are forever.
I'm going to hate this in the morning.

Could I please get some more time please. Half start. Doesn't matter. Glow matters.

2009-02-02T13:39:00.000-08:00

illusions calling
cave room,
slowy caving, do not want
i love working wooden door so to speak, chinese feet, cat party, all tommorows partys, i watched you weep through a kaleidescope of hope.

stop lying mr wall, stop blogging

no logic, no spelling, no self control, inbetween layers collages grow, fantastic visions of the almost buried, so so slow

2009-01-12T01:24:00.001-08:00

i keep having nightmares about the slogan the future is now.

its on black tees and mink blankets that are actually polarfleece.

whole some now.

tropical date. rings, medals, matching luggage.

late kanye joy rides.

point break vhs.

slowly sequining.

i just wanted to scatter like a rabbit pack and drop right out.

small memory

2009-01-12T01:22:00.000-08:00

enough of this shit.
powe power power power power

sick.

halloucinogenics wood grain mirage. it happened three hours of ford and stuff.

and so it begins

2009-01-12T01:20:00.000-08:00

pure magic.
a very strange alliance is forming.

an australian mid twenties temperature age feeling makes everything okay villa when you mean you've made it and you say and we have hair cuts mine dissapeared. do you parents like jazz?

they are not here.

DON'T

2009-01-12T01:18:00.000-08:00

be too precious. precious enough.

its on my drawer.

2008-09-02T18:28:00.000-07:00

come round and we'll share a breeze or glory
luckee mee

SO

2008-06-26T19:39:00.000-07:00

cracked pepper darling, i mope on you again
siftty grins

rode to you on a feverish jewelled horse
dreamt of serial killers
please don't deliver my fantasy
keep it in an umarked place.

steeped in silk faces, i'm sick of these rough places

2008-06-26T19:32:00.000-07:00

slipped into something and came out on a map
seventies tapping rose hitting

hyper ventil.

minutes elude the tenderness of heat.

majorly man

2008-06-26T19:23:00.001-07:00

vindictive missing

i fall to the ground

swallowed

softer than a decade, harder than a night

2008-06-23T23:17:00.000-07:00

hiding in the temples of a lady
misty figure comfort
tried to court slowly
something steeped in rust

glass feet
bow-legged darling

please don't love for features or nothing

nothing but roses blooming from lips

i love one cat more than the other.
the eyes tell.
don't tell anyone.

Put my pile down again

We are made of different grease
one
by
one

dill dazzle drain

2008-06-23T21:29:00.000-07:00

touching your spectacular vase
hold
don't let me daze forever

crushed with unreal

super feelings

crack it like you should brother

how do you feel about triangles

2008-06-23T21:26:00.000-07:00

she said
breathing
suttle bliss
weekend head

feeling like a teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggerrrrrrrrrrr dead

i'm going to have to do it all again

i called the impossible now

2008-06-15T00:39:00.000-07:00

body give before i pass
Canada calls

cats ears burn red

2008-06-15T00:15:00.000-07:00

sausage creeps glowing
watching from a distance knowing
his stomach hanging
us wanting

a certainess resides in you
no clues given

inside a burger and outside a dream i climb into you uncertainly

repiditive touchdown, some dizzy mystic touched me

2008-05-13T19:48:00.000-07:00

voyager dust me with your golden essence
beaming to a place, diving in
small mundanities arise amongsnt this frivilous ocean.
lets be bohemian he says.

how to catch this

is it mine more than yours or yours more than mine?

2008-05-13T19:44:00.000-07:00

fleeting
i sit inbetween conversations
two to a chair
shivering
stop him.

slumbered in misfit
coughed up a bloody norm
so hot. so soft.so strong.
i heated my feet till they sweat.

hours to roast
(hours of roasting)
come here light it
wake up kissing you again.

crispy tender fingers lurking

2008-05-13T19:42:00.000-07:00

same page?
eeriesness of an icelandic karaoke hall
a plain boy halfway between
the light is yellow constrasting stark snow
of course. you know.
her father is an intellectual, bulit in library. dreamy
take me for a ride just so i can say i have.
bury my head.

i guess i didn't don't

2008-05-13T19:35:00.000-07:00

I imagined him with a live raccoon wrapped around his neck. Doesn't realise. heart filled with ghosts. I guess you become a myth of what we were all to become but now your back with us. Its a shame you know, your dangerous exsistence could no be more romantic. We'll kill ouresleves waiting for this thing.

2008-05-13T19:30:00.000-07:00

Oh its you, so foreign to me now.
Lives like peaches touching in a tin
write a note to you in mind, only a third of them get out.
It'll have to blow over violently like birthday candles you'll see
she starts and stops
a characterisation, of you (i) keep digging

he makes me laugh like a little girl and i see
bang on.

two seconds of fireworks

2008-05-12T04:45:00.000-07:00

home is for boring
at least i've got this golden villa on, i'm gonna say gods away on business eh

post post southern gold

2008-04-15T19:40:00.000-07:00

After jumping off the whirlwind i breifly hibernated in my lodgings. This proved was so satisfying i awoke thinking i was inside a sausage roll in an oven.

textual beings 14-04-08 to 15-04-08

2008-04-15T19:12:00.000-07:00

inbox:

14 April 1.15pm

for you. i have a gem. limke once or twice removed to our buffered state. At an arms length. perpetuated by forever gaze. It'll arrive to you wrapped in our dream.

14 april 3.05pm

Um yes please your delicious saturated mind on the end of a fading classic colour. All your time and money in front of my green eyed hunger.

14 april 3.34pm

my minds a fledging. getting there from the city streets. are you going to hop upon a sketch of life and drink it down in a finebone dream? please and thanks.

14 april 3.40pm

forever.

15 april 9.10pm

you are too amzing for 160 characters of prose. a silence has fell on my bones. a book on my lap. let me memorise your path and scratch out a face. yours. please.

15 april 10.30pm

superflourous warnings warings everywhere, i want to submerge you in the canals of our silent chorus. times are blocks. of cobwebbed worlds. escape and be.

15 april 10.36pm

[our] words [and our light] have the power [and the mystery] to open seasome and reveal [love and grow] liberal piles of golden metallic suns [and heart]

woodwind winds

2008-04-14T22:12:00.000-07:00

i wanna get REAL midwestern with you,
down by the lake.

it was like, a fake battle had been won. There were feathers and boys everywhere, the soft yellow morning light and the cold burning the back of my th

2008-04-10T03:17:00.001-07:00

roat, school camp all over again.
I'M GOING MAKE IT HAPPEN.
Is this life all there is?soft paper, yellowly, clean crisp ink. interesting souls. fragments.
Canada 2010
New york 2009 Winter (their summer)
circular dances bend over+
push button+ spin+ twirl+ repeat
BOWL CUT flanelette
NEW
hushed voices humming. no blaming.
a trip to the forest with beers
whirlwind heat video in the desert in my mind
the lime coloured jesus sitting on the typewriter
OSAKA tommorow, more miso coming
5am blowout AGAIN, let me off, so i can think more and eat more tomatoes and get into less trouble.
where is my lover?

icing on your chest

2008-04-08T03:13:00.000-07:00

incredible phemomena

the owls are not as they seem

2008-04-06T02:40:00.000-07:00

haunts
chairman miaow
giant glitter wands
golden mountains
cigar box fantasies
secret societies
boring jobs, exquisite houses
trompe l'oeil
brideshead
the name bradford
(last names as first names)
lucy mackenzie
wim wenders
self help tapes
fragments
monarchy (he wrote on his leg instead on anarchy)
slim cigarettes loud music moving closer
interview covers
carver
magical housing developments
malvevich
epic logos
mobray st
shades bar in (mystery train)
leggy girls
acid wash black and white jeans
drunk stiff upper lip boys in tuxes
whirlwinds
boy void

FOREVER everyone needs to know

2008-04-06T02:32:00.001-07:00

forever: [from for + ever, i.e. for always]

The concept of something existing beyond the flow of time, or retaining its status for an infinite or for an indefinite, or undetermined, period of time.

On a universal scale very few concepts, if any, are truly forever. Proponents of a closed universe believe that even time itself will have an end. See Eternity.

Forever may also refer to:

In music:

Albums:

Forever (Beautiful World album), an album by Beautiful World
Forever (Bobby Brown album), an album by Bobby Brown
Forever: The Singles, a compilation album by The Charlatans
Forever (Cracker album), an album by Cracker
Forever (Damage album), an album by Damage
Forever (Dune album), an album by Dune
Forever (Freezepop album), an album by Freezepop
Forever (GusGus album), an album by GusGus
Forever (Hillsong album), an album by Hillsong
Forever (Kool and the Gang album), an album by Kool and the Gang
Forever (Lee Hyori album), an album by Lee Hyori
Forever (Orleans album), an album by the band Orleans
Forever (Puff Daddy album), an album by Puff Daddy
Forever (S.H.E album), a compilation album by S.H.E
Forever (Spice Girls album), an album by the Spice Girls

Songs:

"Forever", a song by As I Lay Dying
"Forever" (Chris Brown song), a song by Chris Brown
"Forever" (Jennifer Lopez song), a song by Jennifer Lopez
"Forever" (Beach Boys song), a song by the Beach Boys
"Forever" (Mariah Carey song), a song by Mariah Carey
"Forever" (The Cure song), a song by The Cure
"Forever" (in2a0), a song by Into a Circle
"Forever" (Kamelot song), a song by Kamelot
"Forever" (Kid Rock song), a song by Kid Rock
"Forever" (KISS song), a song by Kiss
"Forever" (Papa Roach song), a song by Papa Roach
"Forever" (Queen song), a song by Queen
"Forever" (Sandra song), a song by Sandra
"Forever", a song by John Stamos
"Forever" (Strawbs song), a song by Strawbs
"Forever" (Sturm und Drang song), a song by Sturm und Drang
"4ever", a song by The Veronicas
"Forever" (Vertical Horizon song), a song by Vertical Horizon

In television:

"Forever" (Buffy episode), an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"Forever" (House episode), an episode of House
"Forever" (CSI episode), an episode of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

In literature:

Forever (novel), a book by Judy Blume
Forever (Pete Hamill novel), a book by Pete Hamill
Forever (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure), a Japanese manga character

In movies:

Forever (film) a 1921 George Fitzmaurice silent film, also known as Peter Ibbetson
Forever (1991 film), an Italian-Brazilian film by Walter Hugo Khouri
Forever (1992 film)

In geography:

Forever (Lomé), part of the city of Lomé

charles and sebastian

2008-04-06T02:24:00.000-07:00

you know, I think i'm kind of getting into this thing. I was pretty freaked out by it for a while. Now its okay.
I wonder how much time people spend freaking out about whether they are interesting enough.

I have a strange obsession with the ivy league i cannot shake.

RHYME ZONE

2008-04-06T02:12:00.000-07:00

we met on the internet
i'm not there yet
like trying to wipe sweat with cheap serviettes
stopping you from being tame

It was a tell tale sign when the gift giving declined

heart dripping like liquid gold
ignore what
penciled in faces fill the mould
his sore eyes match heis peach shirt
he used to live in paris
he was a colourist
a specialist
gold medal on the mystery front
i need to be less blunt

stiff upper lip

2008-04-06T02:05:00.000-07:00

rising from the mist like a child saluting a flag
I know what its like this regime
drunk with bliss
dripping with inextricable
heat, knowledge
he speaks of power
will it hit him in the face

blood rushed cheeks
wine in an empty marble void
diminishing your souls in a seventies church in 1995
she watches, she has lost her way
cocaine as a centrepiece
cannot exist,
isolated this
neutralness
marble cools the soft skin of a girl unlike another.

this is the sticks

2008-04-06T02:03:00.000-07:00

a new deal
handsome ivy league boy
plateauing comfortably
observing her glitter dipped brogues
flaking onto maple underneath

steadily flickering
if possible
hushing him up again
secreting all she knew for another

desert roll.

2008-04-06T01:59:00.000-07:00

keep it crushed
juice pulp in teeth
seamless, knowing
I used to know the light behind your eyes
but now it is snowing

craving old house to carry out old dreams
live in fantasies
burnt out
gleams in my eyes
fell
cynics know not how to roll
they have it coming
stilted, misty suprises

JUST IMAGINE ALL THOSE CANDLES BURNING

2008-04-06T01:45:00.000-07:00

I imagined him with a live racoon wrapped around his neck. Does he realise his heart is filled with ghosts? I guess I became a myth of what was to become but now your back with us. Its a shame you know, your dangerous exsistence cannot be more romantic. We'll kill ourselves waiting for this thing.

grind me a dream

2008-04-06T01:42:00.000-07:00

The morning after I opened my crimson lipstick to find the end perfectly flat. After a blank second i rembered grinding it in circular motions on the inside of my wrist the night before. I'm writing a song in my head right now called grind me a dream. "he'll love it."

I kept thinking about my “pyramid of death hate” with the rainbow hate laser and the skull.

2008-04-06T01:32:00.000-07:00

Occuring slowly but surely. There are far too many ways to know anout you on the internet and far too less for me.

A giant spiralling vortex picked me up and spun me violently for perhaps the last exact year to which a can pinpoint almost to this day. This day a year ago I know what I was doing. I was driving around in my Dad's car listening to Slowdive's just for a day crying my fucking eyes out.

I let myself get knee deep.

I originally freaked out about blogs. I wanted to just archive everything. Everything being all my writing that comes out and i never show anyone. I gave a poem to a Valentine once, he said he liked it, but I'm not so sure.

I'm going to write all the texts in my inbox in my diary so i don't forget.

shuffling shuffling song

2008-03-17T23:55:00.000-07:00

ancient boundaries quiver
close to your chest
no one knows this heat
this silent heat

you are always there brimming

are we all each other
kiss repeat
stuck in an unknown century flogging
this again
everyones a possibility

give me all the strangers
fathom what i'm doing right now
strewn
honey laced double edged swords
charlie

i used to know the light behind your eyes

2008-03-04T16:17:00.000-08:00

a monumental centrepiece
looms inbetween solem hazel eyes
precious she whispered,
he was deaf to her now.

under the norwegian maples
afflicted with her conscience,
drowning in manilla folders
hypnotic and elaborate callings
discoveries and expedtions
stalling

It had to be new my chest was full

2008-03-04T00:36:00.000-08:00

A soft eyed boy stares at me with such grotesque grandure
acceptance,
there is still nothingness
Centuries of boys wrapped up in him,
the stare of so many forgotten, regurgitated.

I see us as wolves running over the forest floor,
your letter falls from the wall abruptly.

Your face like milk flowing into mine,
glitter is the it, Dean Moriarity's it, my it,
the thick paste that invisibly covers the sensous tremors and murmurs
the paste suffocates

Mist mixes with the glitter,
beating the romance from your boyish face
winter on campus, winter forever,
following,

the ice age forever,
following throbbing dismembered wolves
on a tacky lino floor
in between sips the fake blood burns,
swallows more than he knows

um

2007-12-24T01:40:00.000-08:00

One of those terrible melancholy boys again.
he is probally from sweden. he is, oh.

i don't know what i'm doing here,
neither.
he said he would take me to a tropical paradise.
now i'm not so sure.
i work in a diner, the worst kind, you know.

she is so godammn cute,
like a creampuff, which i dislike
i cannot escape these sweet songs
all the sad boys have love to burn.
i see a place that looks like holidays

now i remember
your face shutting
we rest on a futuristic plane
hear a moth hitting the wall
that is inside the planetarium
the only place i can hide
james dean doesn't move his mouth

i liked the coat you wore the day before yesterday

2007-12-24T01:34:00.000-08:00

It is strange how we exist in these parallel ways.
Plastic bags rolling like spit roasts in the wind.
An American Beauty moment on the way home.
Away from you for centuries i close my eyes and see a pack of wolves,
a J.H Lynch of you and me,
lanterns light your face
equations revolve around our heads
trying to
there is no small town where everyone knows us.
don't want to be known,
by anyone

you play a song and i stay silent,
more silence, more silence
that band ,
that band,
don't like them no more,
they cut their hair too short.

everything i owned forever

2007-12-24T01:27:00.000-08:00

"You're an unforgettable retard." she muttered under her breath. Every morning the boy strolled in, banged his fist on the counter and demanded some goddamn pancakes. "I'm just going to cut up your newspaper. Don't cry sweetheart." He declared. She just blinked and filled his cup.

"C'mere," he raised his slow bony finger to beckon her. "I wanna tell you a secret." Feet dragging she forced herself over to the old man. "I only dream in black and white. Always have, always will." As he spat on th ground she didn't even flinch.

what are you like

2007-10-16T03:59:00.000-07:00

Debbie Harry riding a Polar Bear
The notion of being lost at sea and ending up washed ashore in a fictional eastern country.
Roxy music album covers
Heart shaped crystals
Wearing cat ears
The death metal dance scene in Wild at Heart.
Balkan Erotica
Braile Porn
Filter coffee in polystyrene cups
Slot Machines
Westerns
Hand coloured black and white photographs
Mummies (the Mummies)
Wolf whistling thirties revival boys
Japanese street kids
Barbarella
Macho Italian Boys
Lucid dreaming
Pushy cheerleading mothers
Hand delivered notes
Old man who put their face in their hands with mock despair
Language barriers
The girl who dresses up as snow white at Disney land
People who dedicate their live to science
Doctor Zhivago
Rotting teeth
Bleeding noses
The name Thurston
The “fool’s gold” video
Ariel poems and mermaid
Antoine Doniel
Miranda July
Chromatic Diets
Crocheted sparkly blankets
“Tina”
Marbled wife beaters
Porcelain dogs
Novelty Christmas Trees
M.I.A
The name Dawn

2007-10-16T03:54:00.000-07:00

There were things completely unspeakable between the two of them.
Words unfolding inside words,
Fantastic visions swirled around her head, so surreal and exact she could not fathom how to transmit them to reality.
It just needed to happen.
They kissed and she pulled a hair from her mouth.
Her younger brother built a castle out of candy.
They sat inside it in her dreams and kissed in-between mouthfuls.
She was too well dressed to be in the waiting room, too cool to be sick.
She went through the atmosphere and into space which was a vast ocean.
He called her a Hitchcockian blonde and himself a regular Jimmy stewart, with a grey suit and smooth voice.
As their eyes meet lines filled her head. You open you mouth as wide as a cat. Sylvia said.
I went delirious and back again, banck to my clean cut slate
My mind was a blobby baby dribbling and spewing
But now a wise old woman nodding and blinking
I see
History without being there
Conjured up, through strange stragled pieces of second accounts
You know I don’t really like it, but someone will,
Going to her house for five in seven
I talked to his brother for hours and hours
Chasing the feeling that I meant to have
I could hear him saying her name in the mirror

I've pictured you in coffins. My baby in a coffin.

2007-10-16T03:53:00.000-07:00

I hope you don't think i'm too sentimental. Remember i'm not terribly serious. Not terribly.

from here to eternity

2007-10-16T03:51:00.000-07:00

thats where you take me.
Sometimes i get an undefinable urge to send you a letter by owl to roam the streets at night. There is glitter on my gums.

the tea is fine

2007-09-30T00:21:00.000-07:00

thank god for that
its a lot of pressure on me you know
what?
the tea
blink
doctor who is on

story

2007-09-23T04:20:00.000-07:00

Everytime a boy gets a haircut it hurts my ears. I keep staring at the wall and getting a tingling sensation in my feet which sets off a pulling in my chest. We lie on the floor of a drafty museum. The situation is like a luke warm cup of tea. Even coffee would be more exciting. I open my mouth and close it, watching you like a wolf watches her cubs.

The moment has passed from when I could have said something profound so I just throw the blanket over our heads to generate some kind of lumpy excitement. I keep having horrific visions in my head of what will happen when I leave this haven.

Concrete encompasses my whole body an hour later as I lose balance on the corner. My purse goes into a rain-addled drain. I try to make the best of the situation but your hand is not there to help me up.

Your apartment is like an ice cave and all your books are new editions with badly designed covers. I try to get some white paper and sellotape to cover them up with but you grab my hand.

Wiping blood from my brow you make a terrible joke and I pretend not to hear. I cough and it echoes like we are in wembley stadium. Pulling me close you touch my lips with yours. I close my eyes and think about the crusades. I cannot help the visions of historical events I was not present at when I kiss you.

You have an historic kiss.

Water goes in but I cannot drink anymore. It starts to swish around in my stomach when I walk. You put your ear down there to find out what is going on, but no one can really tell.

I remember the woman with the plastic face I saw earlier. She was walking too fast and had a shawl on. After I saw her I stole a bag of jellybeans and sat in the park.

2007-09-20T03:14:00.000-07:00

And he just starts ripping everything to pieces and putting them together again and i fall to my knees, but not literally, like being kissed and thinking about that thing where the kiss is supposed to be so good that your leg flicks up but its too stupid to actually to, you just think to yourself i guess this could be a leg flick kiss.

Because right now my sticky mind is getting this article stuck in it.

Am i drowning in references? here is another:
"Why do we spent so much time qouting other people? When will we start quoting ourselves."
I don't like using this as a reference it seems strange, that is the thing about his writing is that it feels like a causal conversation instead of the so full they are empty words of like say situationist theory.

meat for your stew

2007-09-20T03:01:00.000-07:00

How do you find your own niche when you mind is like jelly that things just take over. When i read novels with a good first person narrative i end up thinking in the characters language like when i read godamn catcher in the rye, holden took over my brain. So when you are attempting to write this thing everything comes from these things your reading and you become a little charctriture of the text you were in. So my mind is so fucking sticky i can't separate myself from other peoples words sometimes and i guess i'm a relatively impressionable 19 year old that is searching for something to grab onto.
i' glad i haven't grabbed onto modernism as some kind of mind-blowing religion but lets not get into that right now.
It's like you do have to write this kind of stuff in a blog in in an email because it feels like all t he inbetween bits that should be making up my manifesto, like the writing does not seem important or cohesive enough to me to put in a manifesto but it feels like the meat that is in the whole stew of it.

you'll probally hate this...but

2007-09-20T02:18:00.000-07:00

When you are writing something that has these so called rules attached to it. Do you feel like you can only truly write it in a certain place in a certain frame of mind? Like this seems stupid but the idea of this thing this body of words that will go through you as having its own personality which may be shaped by the way you are literally constructing it. Try writing a poem in a grimy dim internet cafe with a guy looking up porn next to you. This probably seems really obvious but its not so much the whole geography of it all i'm thinking about but more the context and rules that the body of writing builds up around itself before you even write it, or maybe its the lack of rules that makes it difficult.

im·plic·it [im-plis-it] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation

–adjective

1.	implied, rather than expressly stated: implicit agreement.

2.	unquestioning or unreserved; absolute: implicit trust; implicit obedience; implicit confidence.

3.	potentially contained (usually fol. by in): to bring out the drama implicit in the occasion.

4.	Mathematics. (of a function) having the dependent variable not explicitly expressed in terms of the independent variables, as x² + y² = 1. Compare explicit (def. 5).

5.	Obsolete. entangled.

ex·plic·it [ik-splis-it] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation

–adjective

1.	fully and clearly expressed or demonstrated; leaving nothing merely implied; unequivocal: explicit instructions; an explicit act of violence; explicit language.

2.	clearly developed or formulated: explicit knowledge; explicit belief.

3.	definite and unreserved in expression; outspoken: He was quite explicit as to what he expected us to do for him.

4.	described or shown in realistic detail: explicit sexual scenes.

5.	having sexual acts or nudity clearly depicted: explicit movies; explicit books.

6.	Mathematics. (of a function) having the dependent variable expressed directly in terms of the independent variables, as y = 3x + 4. Compare implicit (def. 4).

So i read that this was the dominant model for understanding literature. but it is also the way my class dealt with the project :write your own manifesto. It was kind of like expecting a bunch of ten year olds to write the script for a porn movie.

The more i think about it the more i kind of hate mine. Just because even though it drips with irony its still just kind of empty words. The whole critique i just felt like sinking into the couch through indifference the manifesto is having an anti-effect, its fucking grand expectations are wearing away and just making me want to dumb everything down a bit. You know i don't really know if this is a good ideas or not but thats just it, its not about having a good idea or being right, there is no right. It pisses me off this whole right, good, talented thing. Exhausting yourself from trying to be so GOOD but what is this good you are trying to get too, is it your good or everyone else's? I was thinking today sometimes it is difficult to differentiate what you or people actually like and what they think they should like or do or whatever.

In this reading we got it says "The idea of winging it is very DDD" which is like sometimes when i feel like i'm getting ahead of myself but being told its good to be ahead of yourself. This winging state can be the best way to be, not in the exhausted chase, like just pretend your well read and awesome. This could be beneficial in your approach to work. Especially if you get sideffects from drugs just by reading the sideffects even if they don't really exsist. You know what that things called. Its very white noise. God. had to reference that because thats all i can think of when they go into the airbourne toxic event and hear the symptoms on the radio. I get that, so if i read about the side effects of design i'll think i have them too.

Also its like DDD has become like its description of Zeta-Jones. Maybe i'm winging it with this whole DDD thing but i feel as if its this lingering mystic sense. Its like it has become a style in itself, you can make a converstaion very DDD and of course a piece of writing, can you make design itself very DDD? I guess its odd because they are taking about everything inbetween actual designed objects. Should i even be talking about this, i'm winging it right now with this whole thing. Making observations on something maybe i don't even grasp and it is very comical or confusing to someone who has been around the block.
i love that expression.

hold hands and it will happen anyway

2007-09-20T02:06:00.000-07:00

lately but maybe always i have been slightly obsessed with ambiguous groupings of words that sound nonchalant or impassioned, i don't know i guess the best examples are lyrics or song titles and you always know when you see one you like. What is interesting it that they are always referencing something and they are enticing you to read the smaller text below them so what makes you choose one over the other. and this whole thing kind of came from the fact that there is a place to put titles for each blog entry. Now it seems that through a series of influential texts i am bound by writing under headings and the pursuit of finding perfect headings that are witty and referential and fucking relevant.

sometimes you just want to

2007-09-20T01:56:00.000-07:00

stick glitter to your lips and get the fuck out of here. She thinks in these ridiculous colours and thinks that colourblindness is hot.
I didn't realise I had David Bowie's greatest hits on my itunes. It was just hanging out at the bottom with all this unmarked music that has just accumulated from nowhere.

man

2007-09-19T03:28:00.000-07:00

you ate a lot of sausages tonight. Not even hitting the spot. What are you doing tommorow? Do you wanna get coffee tomorrow? Okay, like meet you on Cuba. Like on our lunchbreak or something. I was totally excited when my phone rang. Sounds like I'm really cool. Cooler when i'm waking up. Been to any cool shows lately? Yeah like Punk show. I got some merch. Yeah but i was thinking that i feel like i'm just moving towards this grey area and i've been coming to the conclusion punk doesn't exsist. (Phone conversation overheard)

this font is monospaced.
hope you have a ggod sleep, k like talk to you tomorrow okay bye bye.

hi, what are you doing?
whoa how'd you do that? like you own them? wow!wow! fuck
you guys are pretty much um okay if you insist. How much did you get? Yeah i think so, 21 whoa whhhaat else?
60 bob Dylan 21 Nick Cave, thats creepy
(sleepy quite voice) umm good mmhm
is it?
chin ups
i'm just at school, yep. mm whats happening in Croaita
mhmm yep
she's stopped listening
so have i
i'm not sure what to do with this.

didn't think this would ever happen.

2007-09-17T04:50:00.000-07:00

There were too many visual diaries in my life so i added another.