It used to be full of stars, but now I'm full of scars.
Somewhere near The world with a candle inside I got lost in:
Lying next to someone at night Catch my tumbling thoughts and place them next to a spoon The Dangers of Dating Smokers Get your mind out of the gutter I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability This is the only love Advil Why the willow weeps Prophecy Hello broken thing, may I sketch your smash pattern? Write it. Tear it up. Left with his secrets, his picture and silence The knight at the nexus of memory Rhapsody in Red Mother and I Would Like to Know Fuckin' Jesus told me to betray the conspiracy don't care Where were you that Saturday when it rained? I'm just so tired of waking up all alone Every Tuesday, I dress as a 46-year old woman and waitress at a diner on route 27. This is the meaning of life. Your Ending Here "Shut up," he explained Tiny sections of time which curl into memories Here is Today! Here is Morning! Hello Hello Hello Here I Am! Out of Season No one has died These and many other thoughts fill my mind while I lie recovering This music crept by me upon the waters It will be a hot day and these two ice cubes. We will melt, become one. The girl who climbs iron stairs to the heavens My hands, a backrub, a cup of tea, my shoulder, my lips, my silence When I'm long dead, the bee will win You love these machines. These machines are dead: a love story. Looking forward to the back of my mind Death of a factory This one is mine We are all starstuff, billion year-old carbon; got to get ourselves back into The Garden The Serial Killer Jailbait Airline Lotto Slaughterhouse Five She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane. Jar Jar 3:16 It's a sin this not being ready, this not being up to it the 0th dimension Just another moment lost in eternity spindly arms against a sea of light she does not know how much I need this Close your eyes, I will help you pray We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days. A classic Zen tale January 19, 2002 Lifetimes are catching up with me Angel of death, fallen Over the Hills and Far Away answer: dropping glasses Ground zero Elohim Thoughts for Oliver on His Death short story Star Wars Episode 1.1: The Phantom Edit I glimpse the elephant Do not be surprised, I have always been your canvas, Argenis. piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning E2 Prose Writers GroupI may dream in technicolor, but I trip the fuck out in old-school black and white Like mother, like daughter Here are some true pieces for you, anonymous, handsome. Leaving the Warlock Things that could be Ben Harper To fall in love we must abandon ourselves to nature It could be the last time you see me alive Shut up My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon. So much nothing Stealing parts of my heart with your glances Halcyon+on+on a total loss of control over her life Why I torched the crack houseA small space under the stairs Hidden in a violently beautiful, whispered thought I never learned to dance There are a couple of people in a cafe with only glass between them. And something important is happening Nathan, This Is Unacceptable The broken shadow dances on the wall Stolen moments of infinite justice laughing across the arboretum An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her Chapstick Jar Jar Binks An Elevated Train Named Desire It was one of the worst things I have ever done Cafe Concerto What does a candle's flame look like when it burns in space? You know it is going to be a strange day when you wake up dead Hunting Season Warm sun rising over a cold black ocean. You are a soft wind. Perfections like you Sacred ground a long way from nowhere Misery waits in vague hotels to be evicted World Turtle A silence that escapes, how it plagues my wandering thought It was just a crush How soft your fields so green can whisper tales of goreAs strangers they could speak, and it lifted the rain Even things as amazing as stars burn out Dream Log: November 21, 2001 I like this. It's pretty.