P|B

2010-10-28T11:03:00.001-07:00

I'll give you an adventure

2010-08-18T19:32:00.001-07:00

Their town home stood in row of town homes on a cheaply paved street. The east side of the street was full of occupied homes where economy models of domestic cars sat shiny in every driveway. The rest of the housing development was in varying states of completion. On one lot, a foundation lay bare. The plumbing fittings and electrical pipes sprouted out of the concrete alongside various knee-high weed. The heat and humidity were perfect for weeds to suffocate every open piece of land.

2010-08-16T13:20:00.005-07:00

It takes so long for me to catch my breath.

2010-08-16T13:20:00.003-07:00

I miss feeling bored.

2010-08-16T13:20:00.001-07:00

I get to the woods and I cant breath fast enough.

2010-08-16T13:19:00.004-07:00

I listen to the Night They Drove Old Dixie Down when I get drunk and high on retrospective nights and I feel like I understand what America is all about. I wake up to the sound of car horns blaring and forget everything.

2010-08-16T13:19:00.003-07:00

I gain weight. I run father than ever before. My body changes. I age. I don’t know how to react.

2010-08-16T13:19:00.001-07:00

I feel old grudges. I resent the version of me that was part of them. I understand that this version of me is above those grudges. I take decades to come to terms with this.

2010-08-16T13:18:00.001-07:00

Emotions creep up on me.

2010-08-16T13:17:00.002-07:00

I feel abstracted sometimes. I understand that I’m living a typical narrative. I don’t want the rest. Family is a very strong urge. This isn’t new with me. It’s been a theme since I was a child.

Arg

2010-08-16T13:17:00.001-07:00

I was blessed with great friends as a child.

Jawbone

2010-08-16T13:16:00.000-07:00

I’m easily and legitimately better, though my taste in music seems arbitrary.

Can’t

2010-08-16T13:15:00.000-07:00

However old I get, I enjoy music, science fiction, reality, and football. I still hate phonies. Can’t lie. It’s not much more complicated than that.

Has Melted Into Air

2010-08-16T13:14:00.000-07:00

The imagery, the community, however abstract, isn’t imaginary. The economy that built it is the same economy that abandoned alot of people. It’s real. We’re really living through this.

Right?

2010-08-16T13:13:00.000-07:00

The Internet is fucking with our brains. You’ve heard that before, haven’t you? Maybe you think it’s hyperbolic, maybe you think its prophetic, but I’m guessing that you probably understand that it’s at least party true. Right?

Everything is permitted.

2010-04-05T06:51:00.001-07:00

Take what you need

2008-09-02T19:07:00.000-07:00

I want to start getting my writing in the open. Is this a useful venue? Will I deal with the fact that I can't choose my audiences? Will I not treat this like some cathartic teenage diary entry? Will I alleviate your fears about me? Will I write prayers?