Thursday, October 29, 2009. I think of this blog like an old apartment I once grew up in. I just have to hit the archives and I can see it. I went from super kitsch to super drool.

In 2015, I will write in short bursts of sentences, because long paragraphs over-explain and essays are like unwittingly long conversations lacking wonder. Because we are lost to porn, paranoia and propaganda and no one needs to be spoken to. I will not follow the book because I am bored with the unoriginality of thought, art and philosophy. I had thought i could live vicariously through you. That i could lie like concrete, passive! To an Absconding Poet.

I am uncomfortable in my skin at the best of times. I know, darling,.

To utilize misery and insist on it being the main vein of life. I continued to remain an Other to my over-sensitive self. But nothing does really last forever. Significantly, at least a few of the. She was the first light, the guide through Hell.

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost. We Just Like The Landscape. Tuesday, July 22, 2008. I can now be found in this. I did love it here, though. Splattered by Doubletake, Doublethink. 34 kindred spirits have swallowed my rambling. Saturday, July 19, 2008. Now I know why the role killed him. Splattered by Doubletake, Doublethink. 16 kindred spirits have swallowed my rambling. Friday, July 11, 2008. Splattered by Doubletake, Doublethink. 22 kindred spirits have swallowed my rambling.