June 2010
2 posts
May 2010
2 posts
a bad day, a ways away. Titled, Today.
Today.
Today is the slower version of a dead turtle.
a salted slug.
If I were to craft a boat of my own shit and said around the circumference of the earth,
it would be faster than today.
Today is a pebble at the bottom of a frozen oil drum.
it is cold.
it is dull.
it is motionless, and it’s dead.
There is a clock nailed to my forehead and someone ripped off it’s limbs.
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from my journal..forever ago.
tilt the hill and watch the
oranges roll across the floor.
Abe lincoln’s hat isn’t tall anymore.
Tell the children, You’ll inherit the future.
Watch them not care.
April 2010
8 posts
I ALMOST DO ALOT OF DIFFERENT THINGS. AND I ALMOST DONT DO EVERYTHING I DO DO. DUDE.
Dr.Dog is awesome.
we will never die.
March 2010
7 posts
“Must be nice to work at Apple … Come in the day after the 3GS is released, have a cup of coffee, add a letter onto the previous years model, refill coffee, make the processor a little faster, break for lunch, supersize the iPod, take 11 months off.”
today
I really, really miss all the friends I’ve grown apart from. Life is so short.
Travel Logs by Shane Crash: Conscience in war. →
I can’t imagine a better way to lament the 7th anniversary of the war in Iraq than by spending it with Iraq veterans who are horrified by the war and courageously speaking out against it. Not only did this past week mark the war’s anniversary, but it also marked the first Truth Commission on…
from the winter
You built me up,
and dried me out.
It was only a matter of time,
till you backed away
and let me flare.
I will let this fire burn,
It’s the only thing that’s kept me warm.
And when you came back to douse my flames,
I knew you would leave.
I knew you would leave.
And now my love,
I burn brighter than ever before.
don’t come home.
from last fall
Torn between Now and Then
I feel subtle pangs ring out.
Take this weight off my chest,
I want to breathe deeper.
Unshackle my unthankful wrists,
today I wish to go outside.
But please don’t let me roam too far,
I know I’ll go right back down to the creek.
I know I’ll be all muddy again.
You’ll wash my overalls with a sigh
and I’ll wonder why I even go...
June 2009
1 post
April 2009
3 posts
Like swallowing the ocean, my bright light once dimmed.
sigur ros puts me to sleep. and its awesome.
you’re just like everyone else.
March 2009
4 posts
ugh.
I spend way to much money on pokemon cards and taco bell.
February 2009
21 posts
oh man. the world is worse than i thought. →
I like scootin' on my scooter.
You should too. Whip out that old razor you got when you were 12 and take it round the block. You’ll be glad you did, I PROMISE.
“The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their...”
