December 2011
1 post
new house, new studio, less people, more room.
maybe now i can finally get some work done.
July 2011
1 post
“if the press goes under we’re sunk - you understand that? by jesus, we...”
– from the rum diary, hunter s. thompson
well, wave goodbye to the sinking ship folks. the free press is just about dead.
“you’re sad because you’re sad
it’s psychic. it’s the...”
– a sad child, margaret atwood.
June 2010
10 posts
i forgot to tell you my husband died. he was in spain and something strange happened with alcohol or water. he loved them both so much.
-priscilla becker
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via listensostill) (via fuckyeahsylviaplath) (via loversinleagueagainstsatan)
“for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence...”
– f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby
“all the world will be your enemy, prince of a thousand enemies. and when they...”
– watership down
“more good men have died for poetry than all your crooked battlefields were...”
– bukowski
May 2010
2 posts
“it isn’t what you have, or who you are, or what you’re doing that...”
– dale carnegie
“the boy said, “there are many good fishermen and some great ones. but...”
– the old man and the sea, ernest hemingway
April 2010
1 post
March 2010
2 posts
“when my mind cleared it was 4am. all the lights were on and everybody was gone....”
– bukowski, from all the assholes in the world and mine.
December 2009
0 posts
“i would cross the seas and suffer sunstroke and give away all i have, but not...”
– jeanette winterson
October 2009
9 posts
today.
period. cramps. emotional maladies and general discontent.
i will feel better: smoke a bowl, eat apple pie, paint, listen to music, get into and out of bed, finish reading ‘i am charlotte simmons’. i will feel better…
by any means necessary.
“you dodged a massive fucking bullet, man. the really huge super mario kind with...”
– uplifting, to say the least.
from the general internet (message board. nerd, i know).
little bit, lykke li
love.
“i think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. if we’re in...”
– calvin, calvin and hobbes
“you can tell from
the scars on my arm
and the cracks in my hips
and the dents...”
– dresden dolls, girl anachronism.
September 2009
7 posts
“if i were to kiss you here they’d call it an act of terrorism — so...”
– hakim bey
“i left this morning saying ‘i love you’
as if setting out for some...”
– peter bland, i left this morning.
“our friends are more dangerous than the ones who confess to be our enemies.”
– truth.
“this is me wishing you into the worst situations… but you wouldn’t...”
– from my heart is the worst kind of weapon, by fall out boy.
August 2009
15 posts
“full is not heavy as empty. not nearly, my love. not nearly…”
– fiona apple, the first taste.
“This poem is the poem I am writing because we aren’t speaking, and it is making...”
– Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via dontplayitcool) (via falsealarms)
“And there were so many things
I never got to tell you about myself,
things...”
– louise gluck (via lungful) (via bravery)
“i lie in an early bed, thinking late thoughts
waiting for the black to replace...”
– fiona apple, the first taste.
“If wishes were fishes we’d all cast nets.”
– from Dune, by Frank Herbert (via donotgogentle)
i think it's back
my problem where i don’t sleep and all i think about are ghosts and death and what my body would feel like under six feet of brown earth, pressing against the box they’ve buried me in. brown earth in competition with nothing but the worms and beetles itching to get in and at my flesh.
the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout.
i am creepy.
