Danse Macabre

Wed, 10 May 2006 18:30:43 GMT

just remembering.

Sat, 06 May 2006 06:20:01 GMT

what are you looking at?

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 01:38:17 GMT

today i planted chamomile, lavender and red poppies. i watched the virgin suicides then tried on my mother's wedding dress. the lace itched my skin. perhaps i'll never get married.

summer's coming soon...

not soon enough.

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 17:12:48 GMT

Carl Lazlo's coming back. i can feel it.

Wed, 05 Apr 2006 03:23:28 GMT

David Bruno is dead. I killed him. then i spat. and it feels so fucking good.

and it feels so fucking good.

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 17:24:49 GMT

everything feels like everything else.

somebody please murder me or take me on vacation.

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 20:10:10 GMT

my ex-lover is a woman.

fuck.

how did that happen?

i wish she would stop calling and just die already.

"but what really happens at the end
is that you sit downand have coffee
without looking at each other."

the center of winter, Marya Hornbacher

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 07:02:58 GMT

there comes a point, light breaks.
lying between his legs is an easy, weightless place.
remember me to this, the fruitlessness, the goddamn morning.
behind my back, the last bulb goes out.

a girl kisses up what little will cohere.
remember me here, and here,
and here.

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 23:05:00 GMT

i need to stop drinking. i feel 40.

Anima Christi

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 22:22:22 GMT

Soul of Christ, make me holy.
Body of Christ, save me.
Blood of Christ, fill me with love.
Water from Christ's side, wash me.
Passion of Christ, strengthen me.
Good Jesus, hear me.
Within your wounds, hide me.
Never let me be parted from you.
From the evil enemy, protect me.
At the hour of my death, call me.
And tell me to come to you.
That with your saints I may praise you.
Through all eternity.
Amen.

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 04:20:08 GMT

dinner at 7:30. wine and ghost stories. ugly porcelain. muffled voices of boring conversation. i look out the window and think thoughts of you then. autumn creeps in.

Mon, 06 Mar 2006 20:33:29 GMT

sometimes I feel like I'm going mad. lately I've been obsessed with silence and symmetry. I haven't been able to get much of anything done. don't know what to make of it. this is all so vague, really.

Thu, 02 Mar 2006 18:36:07 GMT

"changed my mind so much I cant even trust it. my mind changed me so much I cant even trust myself..."

Tue, 28 Feb 2006 20:27:07 GMT

this morning I awoke to the sound of fire engines. I keep having these recurring dreams where men with bizarre shaped heads are running after me.

thus, I have decided to join a witness protection program.

Tue, 28 Feb 2006 02:15:52 GMT

testing. testing. one two. Sarah and I looked at apartments today. it hasn't stopped raining once. perhaps i should clean my house. it's getting pretty serious.

"I'm running out of everything now.
Out of veins, out of money."

-William S. Burroughs