sometimes i know people that are too cool for comfort

haaa and the DOWNHILL sllopeeee begins
and if you'd show me a way to the exit
then GOD i would appreciate that i'll be
there, but i'll be late, and if you could
please excuse the cover, i believe i am
far too cool to bother. and if you could
please excuse the SARcasm i'll be on my way
and just don't even bother, i'm not even
TRYING here. you know of course, it's not all
about FORM AND SPACE, but that's only MOST
of it sometimes, its ORIGINALITY THAT MATTERS
and you know its not even ABOUT THAT.
be right back, i just got a text.

oh, X is for Chi

The buzz on the TV is growing
(drilling)
and the lights in the room are dimming
(dying)
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
I need home,
merry Christ's Mass

Betrayed again by seasons.
Silken streams of silver float
knowingly across cool dreams
of amber. Again.
It's so cold.
(The desert yawns, opens wide
its fallow plains, consumes me.)
Crow caws.
It's so cold.

Two Sided Printing - Flip On Short Edge

I learned about "Flip on Short Edge" last night. After walking 20 minutes in -1 degree weather, I made it to the printing lab to print out my chapbook. I did so, and trudged back through a Pittsburgh December to my house. I sat down to staple together the packet only to find that when you print 2 sided, the default sets the back sides of the pages to be UPSIDE DOWN in reference to the front side. Apparently its good for CHARTS. Well NOT FOR CHAPBOOKS. I guess "Flip on Short Edge" is the setting I needed. Its so cold. So horribly cold. I was trying to be prepared. Now I have to go print it and put it together using the Just In Time technique.

Help.

Help. I'm drowning. And I can't get up.

it's snowing

They say that when a crow
flies alone, it is carrying
a soul of the deceased
to the afterlife.

I saw one the other day,
and I think I saw you too.

In Moonlight

We danced our last dance
under the moonlight while
seafoam caressed our feet.
Gliding majestically across
sand and stone, slowly making
our way west, where the sun had set.

I kissed your forehead,
you held me close, then releasing
your hand, I watched you spin and
twirl and dance your way into the
ocean, as the tide washed away
the steps we had made.

We're married amber

I know you will think this post is about you.
It is not.

i i i i i i i

I wish you would tell me more.

71A, Friday Night. 8:30, Maybe 9:00

I rode the bus home
and took special notice
of the frozen expressions
on people’s faces. Still.
Complacent. We hit a bump
and I bit the inside of my cheek.

I wondered if my demeanor
looked as dejected to them as
theirs to me. Each bump and roll
dragged their heads in unison,
left, right. The faces kept steady,
unmoved, staring straight ahead.

The bite started to throb and my
mouth tasted of iron. I pushed my
tongue in the hole to see if I could
still feel pain.

Oh where's my brain?

i wish i could write a book
called the book of nods.
actually,
i wish i could write a book
that consisted of all the
postcards i've received.
unfortunately, i haven't that
many.

hmm...

and an extra note:

I need to find new pictures for postcarding.
I like to send postcards.
Tell me if you want one.
Because I have a whole bunch of polar bear stamps.
I make my own. That makes them one of a kind.

The postcards. Not the polar bear stamps.
They remind me of Coca-Cola.
Yum.

Seriously. I'll send you one.

hanging in and holding fast

I cant form a coherent thought
that would make
sense to put here for
some people someone to read
but instead I'm just going
to write and every now and then
hit enter so some crazy person
flipping through blogs will
glance and think its some
awesome poem or something
because of the way it's

spaced.
Good word.

No one is here anymore.
Including me.
Maybe I started that trend.
I don't know what else to say.
Or where to start.

maybe you're right...

maybe i am.
im trying to get out of it.
dodge it at all costs.
it doesn't feel like it.
it doesn't feel right.

i cant feel my brain

longlonglonglonglonglonglonglonglong
longlonglonglonglonglonglonglonglong

i've lost my place

I've been dropped headfirst
in a sea... in a sea
of possibilities
(responsibilities)
I've told you already
I can not start from
this.
I can not get from here to there
without an arrow.
without a light.
without

HI THERESA :)

Listen

Trigger Finger.
Things I Need To Read.
To Be Read In 500 Years.
The floor is rumbling.
War.
And you.

tonight and last night and the night before last and the night before the night before last

Where is truth?
Where are you?
I've had a falling out of sorts.
I worked this morning.
I couldn't see straight.
I can't see straight anymore.
I've an appointment to switch.
I've lost touch with
I've a project to do.
I have to clean this place
clean this place up. I have to clean
this place up.
reality.
OHIKNOWI KNOWWHAT YOUARETHINKING
but ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i promise you
i'l show yu
its ont that i want ot prfove to you
its not that ims ohwing you up
i really ne ed
to

I'm glad now

because if it had happened any other way,
I might feel differently. It went as it
went, and as a result, I think I can say
now, that I am at peace. Not at peace
with you, well maybe in a sense, but
at peace with who you are. At peace with
who I am. At peace with where we are,
and never regretting who we will never
be, anymore. I've other things to worry
about, now. I no longer need you.
I am different today than I was
yesterday. Maybe you know that.
Maybe you never will. But I am
okay with that now. Because
our paths are no longer
parallel. We have gone
our separate ways and
I can honestly say
that in my humble
opinion, I have
taken the time
to grow, just
a little bit
more from
it all.
Sorry,
and

I won't forget. Or regret.

Do I really need to continue?

Please tell me you get the gist.

God and "Echoes"

≈

God and Ludwig Van

≈

God and the Blues

≈

There's a point

in everyone's life when they realize
THIS IS IT.
I haven't found it.
I've only found this thing that happens
when I see you. When I.
Heat Heat Heat.
I haven't listened to
The Velvet Underground since I saw that
thing I saw. You know the one.
(the filmstrip)
Heat.
Oh, God, the heat.
Oh, God, aubade.
Another dawn.
Another day.

I have

lost it.
lost it.
llllllllooostmy
I've lost it.
I have. loossssst

Why Oh Why Ode

Why oh why is no one awake
It's not that late, is it?
Maybe it is, but in Moscow
it's almost noon. Eleven
in Helsinki. I don't know
anyone in either of those
places but I feel like I should.
I would be a perfect American
correspondant for lunchtime phone meetings.

I'm not a delegate though, and that's okay.
Cuz I'm a detective.

I'm still horrible about titling

That incessant clickickickickick
just bothered me more than some music does.
Speaking of music, I heard some today.
You asked me about things that weren't
music, and I listened to some, remembering
where I was when I first heard it felt it.
Saw it felt it. That's when I realized
how often I do. Sometimes it takes an
odd thing to make me realize something.

I think, in a way, and this is an entirely
new subject, I hope I'm right about you,
and this. And that, as well. In a way,
I like to think I've figured you out. I
like to think you are still there, even
though its perfectly logical to believe
you aren't. Maybe one day you will.
Maybe one day, I won't care.

Final

I've a chapbook to write, and nothing
to write it about. Theme not necessary
but I will have it. Unless I can't.
In which case, I accept. Fifteen pages
doesn't come easy, you know. Or does it?

I...........

I am going to go fall off my roof.
Don't worry, its only an expression.
It just means
I'm gonna go jump off my roof.

an abecedarius for you

Aside from the considerable
bargain she got, this was just another
crummy urban apartment,
deteriorating wood-panel walls,
exhausted furniture positioned to hide
foul carpet stains that are far too
gruesome to even think about identifying.
Heaps of used fly paper crumpled
in the corner of the living room and
just for the sake of knowing, she
kicked it away and sure enough, there
lay a successfully executed rat trap.

Maybe it wasn’t how she had imagined
New York to be, but it was quite
obvious to her that this was home now.
Perhaps it wasn't the most glamorous, but
Queens isn’t too bad, she thought, and
really it would only be a few gigs before
she could afford a classier pad.
Throwing her bags on seemingly the only
unsullied spot on the couch, she
voraciously set to redecorating, covering her
walls with posters and photographs and
Xeroxed copies of album covers,
yearning for her chance to be great just like
Zevon, or Zeppelin, or ZZ Top.

Here we go again

So I'm here again,
finally alone
and without distraction.
Yet productivity?
Minimum.
It's 3:10 now,
and my solid plan
of studying from
11 to 11 has been
reduced to 3:30
until whenever.

Too often.
I've got to decide
on a fixed form,
as well. Not sure
when that will happen,
but I'm sure
I'll figure that one out
at around midnight.
I always do.
Life.
It used to be simpler.

just a thought

I
feel
that
this
is
you,

---

and
this,
me.

Inseparable
by all things,
but by this,
a lone thread
of distrust.

what do i do now

all existing
ON-WARD
PRO-GRESS
or so it seems
and a sparrow
and a sparrow
spar- me your
curiosity
revelry
an all-american
generosity
(of which i have none)
i'll mix two or three
you will never discover
never surrender
me

today

It escapes me,
the words I
just don't
k n ow
where was i going
with. what?
how do i make you
seaaaa
and fallllll
stop stopstop
STOP
when will i
be
able
you think im trying to be?
im not.
this is not for you.

Mail Mail Mail

snail mail

I got probably the single greatest piece of mail in history today.

And I've gotten some good ones...

Oh God

They are generally social animals.

Complacent Moments, Disrupted

A thousand crows lie in a field,
content with being hidden, alone.
They sit, unbothered, cloaked in wheat,
until a footstep sends them all
in panic towards skies of grey.

this cup

It occurs to me that the touch of bergamot added to earl grey is reminiscent of the light flavor added to the chocolate in those festive chocolate oranges. but more subtle. and amazing.

To Study

I cease to exist in the sense
of existence as You see fit.
I seize my existence in the sense
of existing regardless of
my physically existing in Your
existence.
I extend my existence to an
existing I've never existed and
I retract my existing from an
existence I've (we've) known before.
I must, in iambic (a word I really care to use) pentameter.

Strummer

I love The Clash.
I love them.
God.

fartherrrr

I'm coming as fast as I can.
(I'm afraid that just may not be fast enough...)
(I'm afraid
(I'm afraid

come on micki

An allegory isn't just something you COME UP WITH.
This is insane.

Message to the Gas Company

You're screwing yourselves man. Maybe we were a bit late on the bill, who cares. You think we can't handle the cold? We have a microwave man, who needs the stove. We're from Pittsburgh. We adapt. In the end, you are getting three less days of payment from us. If you had kept us turned on, we would continue racking up the debt. That's out of control man. Simple economics and you screwed up.

And now, we burn them, as well

The ceremony is about to begin.

And no, you can not.

Any questions?

Grocery List: Subject to Limitation of Funds

-Ink well

---Black

---Red

-Fountain pen

-Trainspotting

-Requiem

-Time

-Motivation

-Cereal

-Ranch Dressing

-Aastha

-Rose Tea or something of similar class

-A way out

float

I am unable to do anything productive.

Anything.

It's over.

summary

I have a new use for the word alternative

life in the ffffff

eagles suck it

now when you say dizzzzzy? you mean

i have a feeling i know but i'm afraid to

ask you because you might take it wrong

i'm afraid

i'm afraid that

not many people get what we get

i havent yet decided on this.

i wish i could just find out.

i wish i could just know.

i'm afraid to talk now.

that thing that

It only takes two chords into let it be.

I don't know how I feel about that.

I feel uninspired. This is normal.

I feel lost. This is also normal.

I also feel overwhelmed and somewhat alone.

But the good news is I now know what it means

when someone refers to the notes of a good tea.

Ouch what is that please

I've in my collection a signed first edition of Jim Carroll's The Book of Nods. A good weekend, you might say. This is a man that hung out with Andy Warhol, Patti Smith, Lou Reed, Rancid, Blue Oyster Cult, Ray Manzarek, and ELO. I've something else to say...

Annnnnd

Chicago.

Suck it.

A

I feel distant

and

unable to talk

to

some of my

closest friends.

Oh, forget it.

I'm falling behind

(or do I mean below)

the surface.

Whatever it is,

I can't remember

if its worth it...

Besides, I've got

better things to

worry my time with.

i can't do this

it's impossible.

impossible.

impossible.

impostrble.

i can't do this.

it's impossible.

i can't do this.

it's impossible.

this is

it's impossible.

The Difference?

"Have you ever seen God?"

In the smoke of burning incense

I held my fingers above the coal,

watching its breath dance around

and between my fingers. It hugged

my skin, and you kissed my neck.

The river of smoke touched your

face and you touched mine.

The mist caressed the music

and became one. They waltzed

around the room, covering everything

they touched with the sweet scent

of china rain. You put your arms

around me and asked if

I had ever seen God.

Have I ever seen God?

I have seen the Devil.

moral of today

I seriously love getting postcards.

Once again I am stuck

I...you...

S t

r

e

a

m

of th ou

gh t.

I believe in that.

raw

raw.

I told You I would sleep

but here I am,

(I'm sorry about that)

If I had a choice, I would [never] dis[re]connect.

Or...

you caused this, not them.

I'm not gonna beat around the bush.

I got maced today. Hardcore. Here's the story:

Me and my roommate were checking out the campus. Just wanted to see what was going on, what the protests were about, what people were all up in arms about. Today was really just about the cops being ready and kids being angry that the cops were ready. So many complaining about "its the cops fault. if they werent here, the kids would have nothing to see." Wrong! It's YOUR fault for being here. The cops could be here and you can be at home. No big deal. You are here, standing around, organizing unlawfully, End Of Story.

Anyway, we were standing near Schenley Plaza, Hillman side and the recordings started going. "The chief of police has deemed this an unlawful assembly, blah blah, disperse or action will be taken including..." and so on. There was a riot vehicle with an LRAD mounted on it right in front of us and I was PRAYING they would use it just for a few seconds. No such luck. They told us to leave, I was bored so I told them I lived on Craig and asked how I could get there. The response: "It's too late for that." Ha! We went back around Hillman and Lawrence to Forbes by Hems. There was traffic backed up and a row of police at the front. Some kid steps up to the police and rubber bullets started FLYING. They bounced off everything, I was so shocked I didn't get hit on a ricochet. Moral? DON'T STEP UP ON RIOT POLICE. It's their job. They can not be too careful, you know? Totally justified. A lot more of nothing happened.

So. We decide to hit the road, get home. We have to go around UPMC and up the hill towards the Pete to get home. Outrageously out of our way. At this point we are not allowed to sit around and loiter. Understandable. We pass a group of kids doing just that. As we pass them two cops come down the hill and start spraying mace. I'm like no way and I turn around just as a cop comes up behind me and does a big ole sweep with his canister. Direct hit. (My very first thought as I saw that cloud was OMG YES. is that weird?) I didn't think I got it at first I just kept walking and Frank was in front of me walking normally, I thought he was cool too. Three seconds pass and I'm done. My eyes are shut and my face is destroying me haha. Frank too. Somehow amidst opening my eyes for half a second at a time and holding my hands up yelling "I AM JUST TRYING TO GET HOME" we made it a good amount of the way. A few other things happened but I'm not too worried about it.

Hindsight: Awesome experience. I now know what it feels like.

more to do yet and then again i dont know what it is

I feel insane.

Traa..p

(And he came to a door

and he looked inside)

I want to...

no class

no classes today.

something about

secret service

homeland security

extra police

security checkpoints

world leaders

phipps.

cathedral of learning.

nationality rooms.

jersey barriers.

portable fences.

black SUVs

assault rifles

economics

the state of the environment

and rain.

fff

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

falling.

thats not the word.

what can i tell you?

there's just nothing there.

maybe thats the problem.

there's just nothing.

there's just...

(lllife)

but with life comes

Sending a Letter

It sits on my desk, stamped and addressed,
waiting to hear your reply. I pace and obsess,
exhausted and stressed, for forgiveness or
a final goodbye.

The thoughts still persist, (although I resist),
what exactly your silence implies. I ball up my fist
at the chaps you have kissed, in response
to my ignorant lies.

My stomach is churning, my tongue is still burning,
as days and then months filter by. Though the thought is concerning,
I think that I’m learning, it may not be
worth it to try.

And so standing, convicted, your ghost is evicted,
I burn up your letter and sigh, no longer afflicted
and just as predicted, I knew you
would never reply.

fotont

I can't. Read. Between. the lines.
Eyes. e yes e yes.
There's a scene in Wild Reeds
that makes it all
FFFF
. LLLLL
.. OOOOOOO
... OOOOOOOOO
.... DDDDDDDDDDDD
back.
stopstopstopstopstopbut i don't want it to
however bad my e yes hurt.
a great word?
sleeplessnessssssssssss
none of this agrees with the first line.
Two. Two you.

thoughtless quips that take up space

I've no use for them.

for this evening

i look back i look back

and safe to say i've never known

someone quite like you

a quote? a lyric? perhaps

where am i today?

where was i yesterday?

what do i do now?

next?

then?

when?

(come and watch) i say

i'll sit here now

desssssssperrrrrrr

atelllllllly

in the darkdarkdarkdark

perhaps to let the raptures of the quiet

whisper me away.

i am also physically affectedafflicted

by sound. and space.

oh please.

a paper boat with paper sails

a paper man leaves paper trails

begging pardon, bent to knee

i asked him where he'd like to be

far from here! cried twisted face

i'm sick of this awful, godless place

sorry, i say, i don't mean to pry

i'll fully explain! said he to i

abandoned by family, friends and foe

i've nothing to do and nowhere to go

my job is dead end, my theories are shot
my pillow and blanket are all that i've got

unwelcome at church, and hardly awake

i skulk through the day, at night i can't take it

my shirt is torn, my shoes run down

i'm shaking off this dusty town

i'm burning bridges, breaking ties

shedding its empty, soulless lies

now if you will please, its the end of the day

go home and sleep well, i'll be on my own way

i took a step back, and thought for a bit

then calling him back, i won't have it!

pardon my words, i've not known you too long

but it seems to my ears, your words are too strong

you say you're forgotten, that everyone's left you

but i'll say with assurance, these things are untrue

your friends haven't left you, you've left your friends

you want them back, well make amends!

your job has gone nowhere, but haven't you dreams?

everyone feels that way! i screamed,

if church is your place then find a new light

your pillow is there, so use it tonight!

i handed him twenty, said buy some new shoes

i'm here with you now, i won't let you lose.

where are you from, he said, who are you?

let's go, i told him, we've things to do.

dddddd

nothing's real

what is real?

nothing's real

nothing's real

something is hap.

good things comes to those who?

wait, what is going to happen to me?

and now i can

don't you do this.

you have something else.

something better.

important.

stop right here.

(it'll be over soon)

you haven't the time

you haven't the

time

you

sssssstop this

(almost)

jjjjjuussst....

ssst

WHO

Take a deep breath.

(Inhale.)

Close your eyes and just do it.

Dive in. Headfirst.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

What is holding me back?

Form.

Form.

Form.

Form.

I've never bothered with it.

It's necessary now and

It's going to be vital.

What do I do?

Where do I start?

I'm afraid

for the last time in my life.

timestamp

so life is back to this,

smoke turning

lamp burning

(thats new)

nowhere to go

and no one too

nothing noises

and less is true

where are you, (I)

lacking in mind

body intact for the most part

i'll play with breaks

for the time

stamp and forget you

NOTICE

this is fine

where am i, (u)

a-e-o-ns

why?

just to throw it in(s)

i can't LEAVE but

no.one.is.in.here.

maybe THIS will show you

what i am DEALING with.

vladimir vysotsky

i don't even know how to start.

anything.

nothing is to my knowledge and

i guess all i can do is wait

waiting sucks on a deadline.

comissar

why is it so bright?

so bright?

why am i being blocked so

INCESSANTLY.

why is this?

what is this?

what is tomorrow?

whaaat aaaree youu doing

rrrrrrrrrip it

r-a-i-s-e

don't.

be.

don't print that.

g-d.

i untitle this

If only you knew

what was coming next...

you've got it

How can you say its worth your time?
I'm sure you have far better things
to do, far better people to do it
with. I'll take care of it.

glad he ate 'er

A lil bit o blue ne'er did none no harm.

Did it? Didn't it?

THE ANSWER TO EVERYONE.

Blue. Red. White. Showstopper.

White white white.

One in the morning,

One at night.

Tell me when

You feel alright.

At least I know its a bit better.

Now.

We'll see come three.

Burn a stick.

One can't be too soon, can it?

Nor you.

whooaaa

This is a sky shark. He and his kin are the second deadliest predators on the face of the earth.

What's first?

THIS!

focus

Back in the swing.

Nothing to miss.

I'll learn the line,

I'll feign a promise.

Maybe I won't even

lose a friend.

on the sun

There's still some pennies mucking about but nothing else.

A lot of dark, and I forgot about that but I suppose I didn't.

What really gets me is the serenity.

I expected that.

I didn't expect the insanity.

I can only hope for something of that nature.

And a roof.

On the sun on the sun on the sun on the sun.

see how they run

and i welcome back the fantastical!

a promise i can make

you'll never know which is me and which is he

which is we and we are all together

but isn't that just more fun?

slide

overhead, a motor spins the blades

the slipping sound of my sssanity

and so here i am

remember that thing i said?

coming?

mhm.

I respond line for line

SammiTammiUammiVammiWammiXammi.
Love.
I forgive you, my dear.
You have indeed.
And I miss you
so (etc.)
very much.
It seems you are though,
yes.
Not nearly like you.
Sometimes many people say that
but its what I do.
Sometimes...
that is impossible.
So many people do, I hear.
Yes.
Everything and nothing.
Art.
I don't worry about such things.
Art. And sometimes friends.
The world and its pleasures.
Reality is a relative existence that has no meaning but to the beholder.
I adore you.
Likely an eagle, king of the skies and free above all other creatures.
I love big thoughts.

If

only I knew
who I was you
if you were me
if we were we
then it would...
then it would.

forget

Perhaps it is stress that does it, but its coming.
Or maybe it's the distance of the earth from the sun.
It's got it's ups and downs, I suppose.

i spread my arms

there are times when i realize i've lost touch with someone.
usually in those moments i figure they won't care to get in touch with me.
i hope its not true.
or awkward.

awake

To color them night.
Wooden faces seek look left. Day of Resurrection.
Wood wood wood not stone.
But still. Not still in the least.
Wait. Disconnected arms of oak branching out.
G man pushing pulling stone walls stone blocks building stone wall.
Face chant.
Push pull wall.
Door behind wall and separate.
One side separation from past.
Other, separation from us.
I imagine...

In further news,

There is a smudge on the window that resembles a lion of medieval design. Its head faces down and its mouth is open, waiting to devour any robber that attempts to take the long route up a ladder on an already sloping incline, to the second story to break in through an upstairs window. He'd be stupid to break in like that...there's a lion in that window...

In other news,

If the colors were harvest gold, oak, and sunlight, the dream would involve man-sized lizards in the front of an old church, clawing open a giant sandwich cracker and licking out the insides. The man in the front would continually reiterate his "eat your fill" message and the lizards would comply. It's unclear whether the lizards would have human faces but they would be easily recognizable as us.

and yet again

I've thought of another thing.
This is all about the colors of music though. I can't forget this one.

20 Ghosts III

choice of words

I had a dream that culminated in a third person view in a mirror of a person gouging out their own eye with a pick axe. The lady was telling him to.
Key colors included black, blue-grey, and rust.

I realize now

We are all in the midst of a revolution.
And thank God we are.

Just...

waiting...

full metal

In February I had 59 entries.
In July, I have 6.



Well...I thought it was funny.

m

i've thought of a new thing.



don't let me forget.






photo.

year 3

I had a dream last night.
Well. Most nights, but rarely do I remember the details to this extent.

We stood in a field, a number of us. I knew no one. But I wasn't me. There was a road, a path. I knew people. Bill Murray was there. Maybe it was Bill Maher. They look a bit alike. The point of view shifted between a young boy, and Bill Murray/Maher. Hundreds walked along the path until a blue bubbly city began reaching up over the horizon, from a forest, seemingly. It resembled the Emerald City as far as skylines go, but it was a deep blue and the ever-growing tentacles (that looked like buildings until they curved in towards us) could only be described in shape as the predetermined paths everyone follows in Donnie Darko. Someone screamed. Bill took the boy by the arm and thrashed his way through the crowd in the direction opposite the one-way path. The urgency was that of trying to outrun a dropping bomb. The blue enveloped us. Creatures stood over a number of people, picking out a few at a time. We tried to remain unnoticed. Those who were chosen were subjected to an apparatus that took something from them. Soul? Life-force? It was important. A few tried to escape. They were quickly chosen. The boy stood behind the leg of the massive creature, still unnoticed. He ran. I awoke.

it's all happening

it's all happening...
and i guess we'll see soon
where it's taking us...

will never

I must confess (or rather reflect,
seeing as I doubt very much your
discovery of this or any
other of these) first my tendency
to keep or fail to discard any
of the things I have ever come in
contact with. This realization of
character is only a matter
of understanding where I have come
from and where it is I am going,
an understanding I have not come
to, myself. This all to point out still
another revelation of self
and more probably, relationships;
less probably, the casual meaning
of the word. My ability or
lack thereof, an inability
I should say, as I have formerly
admitted, has carried itself to
the digital age, effectively
packing myself into electric
warehouses stacked with cardboard boxes
of previously important art-
icles in the broadest sense I can
describe. These boxes, I must admit,
are subject to idle sweeping at
any moment of any day and
this is the reason I am writing.
To diverge, I've discovered just now,
that You can be a number of You's,
each changing drastically the meaning
of this letter. Whatever it may
bring, you will likely be unaware.
On idle sweeping: I've come across
a number (hint) of past works that I've
read time after time, not through lusts or
desires, and not through adoration
or favor, but through a genuine
interest in the pieces. Seeing as
its been a recurring theme in my
sweeps, it must be concluded and it
must be thoroughly concluded at
that, that it will be important that
I know you and the improbable
way we met will be worth repeating.
I can only say this in respect
and awe that we are who we are and
we were who we were; with only the
hope that we will be who we will be.

its all for granted

How many of us have ever seen a rocket's red glare?

A Reference

Blink Blink Blink.
That's all you ever do.

the night

A glass slips through fingertips.
In a sea of orange. Rocking. Rocking.
Alone and.
Someone at the door.
Its locked. Its locked. Its locked.
Is it?
Too dark to tell.
Peek through the window?
NO. They'll see you...
It shatters.
The?
It shudders.

vladimir

"You're going to take my queen?"
"Yes, that is my intention, sadly."

The good ole 1776!
Pitting the numero uno.

The ole ONE TWO.
The strike first, then the middleman takes his.
Cryptic.
Lolita.
Nabokov.
Kubrick.
Not yet. Not. Yet.
BROAD MINDED?? What is she implying??

Hi

I think I know,
to respond to myself
And I think that I've neglected.
But I hope soon to get back on track and
I realize my mind is jumping
But what's it matter if
It's only me?

the future

The difference is in the end.
In the END.
And if the end justifies the means...
Or do the means justify the end?
Depends.
And if the end justifies...
Then I pray we are on track for that.
If not we are in for it.
And if so, we are so in for it.
All that matters is the destination.
The driver is here.
With an everchanging team of passengers.
No passenger, no parasite.

And I wonder what mends 50Y wounds...

I wonder what Chintana felt when the clock struck midnight.

Yes, So it DOES Begin...

Never in my life has there been as an anticipated rematch. The last time the Pens touched the Prince of Wales trophy? 1992, Mario Lemieux. The result? The Stanley Cup. In retrospect, we were foolish to think that last year's Penguins had what it took. We are better this year. We are much better this year. The fact that we took the long road to get here will help us in the long run. The Red Wings are busy looking at their own reflections in the mirror. Especially one #81. Datsyuk is hurt. Lidstrom is hurt. Chelios plays 30 seconds a game. That leaves the bulk of the defense on the heels of 4 players. You can't do that against this year's Crosby and Malkin. It's impossible. You could put out 4 Lidstrom's on the ice and it wouldn't stop these two for 60 minutes. They don't even have one Lidstrom.
Saturday. Game 1.

I need a job

I need a job I need a job I need a job.

Some CD Reviews

Heh. Let's kick it off with controversy.

21st Century Breakdown
Green Day

Enough with the rock operas. Chalk me up as an enormous fan of rock operas. But what happened in the last few years that made bands think they could all pull one off? This album seems more like a natural progression from My Chemical Romance's "The Black Parade" than it does a followup Green Day album. Not to say they copied and pasted that style. Its still reminiscent of classic Green Day. But. I mean, if this is the direction they want to go, more power to them. Its not what I expected is all. That said, its alright. I just feel they are trying to be TOO ambitious. +-

It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All a Dream! It's Alright
mewithoutYou

Very folk. Very indie. Pretty good. It's as if they wrote some songs, stripped them down to their undies, and recorded what was left. Although it's certainly no 'Brother, Sister', it has potential to catch my heart on a few more listens, so I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt since it IS mwY. Save room for an edit later, I mean, its not like I'm an actual journalist with a deadline. For now, +++

Awake?
Zao

Raw. Part of the reason I gave mwY some benefit is because the first time I cycled this record I thought, meh. Give it a few more listens. It is intense. A much more natural fit for Romance, too. That song went from an outcast from Funeral of God to the pivotal moment of Awake?. What a great song. It won't reign at the top of Zao's discography, but come on. They've outdone themselves with this one. ++++

Wars and Rumors of Wars
The Chariot

Raw passion. Absolutely sick. One of the shortest LPs I've ever listened to, but every song BRINGS IT. Honestly, this is the Chariot's best record to date. They bring the same intensity, but they are patient about it. How can a record that barely clocks in at 30 minutes long be patient? Good question. I don't know how they did it, but nothing at all was rushed and every song lives up to the expectations. ++++