30 March 2008

a letter.

p.s. i found your missing piece. at least i got one good laugh in this weekend.

18 March 2008

i don't understand computers but

http://www.zshare.net/download/91150265fcad12/

here's what's in my head.


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17 March 2008

if i want your opinion, i'll beat it out of you.

i killed him.

i am selfish. and i am convinced it is vain for me to even think i had any part in it to begin with.

someone, hurry up and blame me.before they eat me from the inside.

12 March 2008


exploding or imploding i know not the difference. all i've to go by is instinct and inference.

11 March 2008

09 March 2008

i see with my youth.

today i pretended to go to work and drove to the beach instead. it is not the first time i have done this. i don't know why i do this.

there was an entirely new shoreline borne of ethereal rocks reflecting light in a million-plus directions; massive ice floes that had settled neatly upon one another to create a scene of tectonic greatness. looking out across the vast liquid expanse i can see my future. the cold deep murk is the place i feel at home. i stick my feet in for an instant.

just to see.

one fatal flaw fatality the ism, my mind's light fares best trapped within a prism.

06 March 2008

<24hours

i found myself leaving work early to drive around downtown upon realizing how desperately i've craved the smallness afforded by towering edifices and even the smells of the city. it did not suffice.

i had a momentary glimpse into what my life might have been had not such a strange, yet subconsciously predictable sequence of events tanspired. i was led here, regardless of my destination.

i ache now having fallen through the fabric of time into and back from my other life. my other visions. my other daily route and favorite gyro stand. my other bike rack. my other friend.

there was a time when mania was incarnate in we. tangible and tasteable and fickle. there was a time energy saturated the air, when even to breathe it was difficult and each molecule was imbued with a chaotic and volatile expectation of the best and worst, combined into the most beautiful and horrible cataclysm witnessed by me or you.

it's still just a movie.