as i count the miles back to normalcy
on this insidious side street detour,
i wonder if i should have stayed inside
and never left on this journey back to mediocrity.
as i grip the wheel that's bearing me back to normalcy
and the freeway lights twinkle in my graying sky,
my second-thoughts catch up to my high-speed escape routine,
plastering their ugly sea-faces against my windshield.
as my foot depresses the protesting pedal,
speeding me away from the shrinking beach
and back towards comfortable inland heat waves,
my hands lie to me and spin the wheel.
as i watch smiling safety glass splinter towards my eyes,
the graying sky giv
Jenni's outside, chasing her brother again. He's been running for three years now. She still hasn't caught him. The neighbors have sent messages, whispering that she's crazy, that she needs help. I don't know if I believe them.
Jenni and I grew up together, here in Road's End, New Mexico. We used to joke that the only people who ever came to Road's End were lost tourists, broke yuppies, and migrant workers who took the wrong turn on the way to California. One time I asked Jim the librarian about Roads End. He said that there must be a hundred towns named Road's End scattered all around the world. Wherever settlers went
Lust With The Lord of the Dark by yvylsarrohameris, literature
Literature
Lust With The Lord of the Dark
Days melt together,
as one thought is on my mind.
All I really wanted,
wasn\'t so hard to find.
I beckon to the darkness
of the light that fades at dusk,
and to the moon I whisper,
and her boldness is enough.
I wonder through the daylight,
with not much to allude,
but night seems to appeal to
the thoughts that cause me brood.
I am no faulty faker,
I wish not for the world.
I am but a drifter
who once in the wind twirled.
I smell his venom in me,
When the moon is in the sky.
and for this knowlege I spurn myself,
for love is still a why.
Pretend that you care...
Pretend that you don\'t.
Say you\'ll give the world,
even if
Current Residence: austin, texas Print preference: hand made. Favourite genre of music: i like things with tones. Favourite photographer: lachapelle and lithium picnic. Operating System: something mac like. MP3 player of choice: whatever has enough of a charge to get me through the day. Shell of choice: something a hermit crab might pick. Wallpaper of choice: a picture that a gentleman named matthew woodson created. ( www.ghostco.com) Skin of choice: my own.
Favourite Visual Artist
johnny wayshak.
Favourite Movies
oldboy.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
lately, i've been listening to a lot of sunn o))).
Favourite Writers
rainer maria rilke.
Tools of the Trade
a broken heart, inspiration, and whatever i can get my grubby little hands on.
so.. i looked through my gallery. i haven't laughed so hard in a while (actually thats not really true, i was watching chad vader earlier today and that shit is FUNNY, but thats besides the point).
it's the epitome of high school, and wow, my shit stinks. baaaad. but at least it's good for a laugh.
i'm gonna go draw now.
so, i got a kick ass job on campus at a computer lab, they have a scanner (two actually). um.. things are fine. taking a ceramics class that it so kicking me in the balls. i'm probably going to spend most of the night there because i have a project due monday and this weekends booking up pretty quickly. fun stuff.
so you came out in one of my paintings i have recently done i miss you ...take a look at it she reminds of you all call you soon my luv i hope all is well