Sunday, August 30, 2009


deer die with doe eyes open wide

Monday, August 24, 2009


heres some stuff i did this weak.


the air is thick with the sickly sweet sweat of trees and grass today. everything is infected slothlike and we move about the house at a breathing pace, taking deep breaths in the swelling chests of our excessive lives, sleeping in till dusk to discover window shaped sunburn creeping up our spines.
today i discovered that meaning is relative and ive not yet fallen deep enough into the capitalist doctrine to see the merit in productivity for productivity's sake alone. so i will spend a few more days at least sowing seeds and sleeping in and riding my bike without destination because i trust my instincts more than the upper classes.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Thursday, August 6, 2009


maybe i just wont speak till i know all the words in the english language. such is my fear of saying the wrong thing. Then again, a vow of silence will serve none too well my recent conviction in improving the view from my pessimistic rut. ill just have to be afraid for a while.


the people who write the books and the songs and the words that inspire me to waste my days with lust and sloth and joy all have jobs and hate.

Monday, August 3, 2009


From an old journal called Charlotte.


here's some stuff i did this weak.


found some pretty bronze currency on the way to uni, skippen my last class and looked for four leaved clovers with my dog, after my first class consisted of tedious librarians with white gloves fingering the pages of rare books and vein attempts to converse with peers. they were unsettled by my pride in the theft of milk crates. i know they're just jealous 'cause im so broke and resourceful.
i wanna drop out and spend my time thinking only about nothing and writing stories about girls in houses in woods in the worlds that hayo miyazaki has made for us.
but i know im just a stupid child, procrastinating responsibility. gonna have ta face the real world soon, with no illusion even.
get a job and actually do shit.
cause nature dont run its course like it should.

Sunday, August 2, 2009