Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Monday, January 30, 2012

it's strange-- those grey days when still
you squint against a hidden sun

i think i am nothing
as someone

sometimes i think i am an angry cat in a box

sometimes i think that i am only capable of feeling
two things:

adoration and sadness

i wonder where the
sprawling expanse of
middle ground is

grapple with square hands and still
can't find it

these moments
are the only time

i am not angry with time


(and i find thus
that i am capable
of three

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Friday, January 27, 2012

Thursday, January 26, 2012


I've decided to name my son Aloysius. I almost wanna go out and get spermed by a random right now so that I don't forget this genius idea.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Don't despair, (or) pick up the Russian book. (Don't) clean your fucking room! How can you breathe with all of that fabric on the floor? How can you fall asleep when there is an open door which leads right to your bed where you're unarmed and undefined and thinking (what once was mine was mine was mine, was mine, was mine)?

---I don't really think it was mine. Think about it all of the time. Don't fucking think about it!---

Empty glass bottle don't read the Russian novel. Wear the big red silk bow in your hair. And don't despair. (Despair,) despair, I really don't, not anymore, I'm whole and white as an egg, living on the hoe stro' do you know what that means?

Don't trust anyone.

Don't debate, don't contemplate, dissect, attempt to rectify, don't remember:


Keep it on the thinnest of both wrists, and I won't break you.

the past few photos have been drtikol 

Friday, January 20, 2012

God bless:

God bless

pain's short memory
sleepy cats
french lemon macaroons
butter-yellow hair
boys with sweet shy mouths
girls with soft eyes
old books
kate bush
rainy days
shoes that keep your feet dry
socks that keep your toes warm
daydreams of kisses that haven't happened yet
menstruation and its aching cramps
moments of pleasure
lessons hard won
a warm robe
the anticipation of a 'date'
the joy of uninjured solitude
hot tea
scary movies
rooks and knights
the instant during which you forgive yourself
the instant during which you forgive them, too

"ain't that a great saying? 'every old sock meets an old shoe...'"

every old sock meets an old shoe

"this sense of humour of mine, it isn't funny at all..."

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

"I saw everything in Hiroshima."

"You saw nothing in Hiroshima."

Monday, January 16, 2012

Body at Twenty-three.

He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.

doesn't it seem as if sometimes, no matter how the determined gametes
of your mother and your father
chose to construct the topography of your face,
we all, sometimes, sometimes, 
sometimes, sometimes, all of our expressions fall 
into the same broken repose? 
and we see it in our mirrors warped,
and we recognize it, 
and we know it very well, 
because it is us, 
and it is ours,
and others' too, 
we all grow 
so tired 
of killing 
each other,

"...And then leaning on your window sill
He'll say one day you caused his will
To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter,
And then taking from his wallet
An old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger."

l. cohen

Friday, January 6, 2012

Flip a coin. 
By the time it's in the air 
you'll know which side
you want it to land on. 

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

I went to Santa Barbara with Emily.

We drank Sanbitter, and cappuccinos, respectively, played CAVE EVIL, spread Uncle Charlie's ashes, drew Deenie in the sand, went to a hot spring where we frightened ourselves discussing Windham Earle, and read the books that we got each other for Christmas. I purchased an 1888 first edition of Howard Pyle's Otto of the Silver Hand (Swag) and Emily bought galoshes. Pics:

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