Monday, December 28, 2009


Hello this is to let you know that I was alive at 12:49 AM, December 29th

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Once upon a time

I'll spin you a story, something so devastatingly beautiful, you'll have to know my name. It'll be sensational. I'll tell you  a story of every man I have loved, whose name starts with every letter in your head right now. It's everything you already know, everything inside your heart, but nothing ever said out loud. I don't talk of love, or my lovers. This is not a love story, nor is it about you. It's my life, and yours, and you won't be able to break away.  This is so you will remember me every time you live the story, or every time you dream about it. It is comical, fantastical, tragic and sensual. Particularly sensual. it's every feeling between happy and sad. You'll see. You'll want to know my name, because I made you aware. It'll haunt you one day, this story of mine. 

Friday, December 11, 2009

What's the matter with you man

There's not a cent I could scrounge off this, but this is alright, because I like the familiar newness of it all. It says 'Hello, I need you to stop making those noises with your mouth so I can hear myself think' like nothing does.
A minute goes by, and every silent move is a supersonic reality. He pulls back his hair, and it sounds like a sigh. A scratch, and a tap of the foot, added to something being dragged across the floor combines with the sound of my eardrums throbbing. It makes a symphony of mess in my head. It's the map I leave for you, in times like this, when I am not making sense.

I am trying to say I need myself to think so I can finally piece together what I've been feeling for the past 3 odd months coherently. But I can't. And I can't write anything, although so much has happened that I would like you to know about. I've started to rely far too much on what songs can say for me, instead of actually writing. You know, I'm just being lazy.