Saturday, October 25, 2008

Law of the Universe #16

If you draw a skull and crossbones on your hand and fall asleep, you
will wake up with a skull and crossbones on your face.
Then you will walk down to the post office and wonder why everyone is
staring at you.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

My brain is the weak heart; my heart is the long stairs

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

I fell apart. It was NY that swept me up, put me back together.
The past week has been dizzying; cupcakes and good times in
Williamsburg, the first real sign of autumn, long walks around the
village, falling asleep on the couch, new friends, etc etc.
Oh city, I'm so sorry I doubted you, if even for a second.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

damaged bad at best

Oh, I always want to listen to the Microphones around this time of year. Unfortunately I'm without real live computer access, so I have to make due with the Back to Black (winehouse) and Z (mmj) that I have on my iphone.

It's been a rough three weeks.

I've had two-- that's right, two!-- nervous breakdowns this week.

Just trying to be a good-hearted and healthy, whole adult human being, and am discovering bit by bit that perhaps I don't have the equipment?

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

now there's acid in my heart

So I made my first New York mistake.
Congratulations, it was you.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Law #16

When having a tough time in life, go to a fabulous party.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

you won't get hurt if you just keep your hands up

The weeks no longer hold seven shapes and names,
there is only the with you and without you;
the before i met you and the after.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Oh wow, the stewardess just said "Welcome to Hotlanta."
"You are the hottest mess I've ever seen!" - Cody

Headed home

Woke up feeling nothing, just a certain emptiness. And the strong
desire to see my city from the sky.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

funeral

on the way home, radiohead's "all I need" is playing on the car stereo and I lean out the window to touch the grass waving on the side of the road. the moon is a thin crescent; the night is clear. i feel anything but sad.