Cristi Duncan

Ghost Hardware

2010-11-26T19:24:00.008-05:00

your hands seem as playful
as goldfish in a milk jug,
but I'm only ever eating the walls again,
privy to the noises that beggars
make when running by,

i have this stencil
of Jesus
whiskeyed out
on a park bench,
spilling nickles
like daydreams
onto the broken pavement.

i lack nervousness in nature..
my anxious heart is only restless
amongst the concrete that my mind acknowledges,
but will not give into.
i've seen everything leave
& seemingly return
in the ocean of my life.
i'm waiting for something to stay,
as unlikely as that may ever be.

the hours
deplete me
of irony
& ivory.

I keep blades of grass
in my back pocket
to cut through the memories;
shadows are like dead relatives,
friends I've lost along the way
& the strangers I've left in passing
that I'll never see again.
I keep them all like coin collectors
hoarding stamps and rings.

each love affair is a different life,
every parting of the lips a reminder
of how many times I've died,
lived again
& started it all over.
the parts of me that are missing
make me whole.
I take deep breathes
when I'm remembering,
then tuck my eyes
into my dreams
& let go.
in my secret body,
I am both always & never
alone...

2010-11-22T03:54:00.010-05:00

sadness seems more potent
when you attach its name to the seasons,
but its always just an lonely in the winter
as it is in summer's
purposeful daylight dragging.
perhaps
it's just the years that add up
and make the surface
seem so much more shallow
then before.
or is it that the debts
at which i feel seem deeper
& more lived into
with age?
& its as if the hearts
would rather perish
than love so freely..
I would rather sink or swim.

it took me so many years
to even see the ocean,
to ever even notice
that I was getting older
than I should.

i remember this hurricane
when i was four years old.
afterward, I stood
where my house
had once stood.
I could say it was the first time
that I understood emptiness,
but it wasn't the first time
that i realized that the wind
could carry me away.

i think children are more poetic in the rain.

2010-10-21T10:22:00.000-04:00

within the seconds of our lives
are maps that show where we've been,
where we're going,
where we are..
they present the easiest method of escape.

if only we could stop moving,
the big picture hides withing the most minute.

i've seen you so many times inside these
like a heron, a floating dove
like a hurricane I wrap around my fingers
always fall short of touching
the most vivid and valid of my dreams..

the only way I recognize my own face
is through constant repetition
but still the mirror dulls the real sense of self
it is only a reflection and I am actual
or so it seems at times like this.

I always thought of you as the sun
and myself as that split in the mood
right where the dark meets the light

but there are a few things that I know completely
like the day I'll die, and the smell of spring like amaze of honey.
I will hold these things close to my heart
the reoccurring images of the
things I won't regret.

Once more I admire the frail
when they break they gaze so beautifully...

2010-09-15T20:55:00.006-04:00

let us suppose in this instant
that out dreams could ignite the sky
inner demons wrapping swollen prophets
in their wake
how many loving teardrops could we brave

if only towards the inner heart
could guilty songbirds spill and fret
a love like any other pours so frail
belief turned stammered from regret

when i awake
eyes scatter like the air apart
neatly inside the once red pursing lips
like some strange fruit has died...
or a book turned inward.

the chords are at their strangest
as they leave your sacred throat.

2010-07-30T00:56:00.000-04:00

at night i dish around the
cities bored
thick colors breath on me
while lucid doves pick the passers teeth
the dust of ancient lovers crowd the street

i paint a sunken world
pouring from our lips and meager feet
a circus of unkempt blood and hair

i am born here like the walls themselves,
often keeping out the rain..
my own ceiling is the fire of memory.

and often endless dreams
turn inward like buttons
a constant series of graphs behind
our eyes.

the bones know..

2010-07-29T21:15:00.000-04:00

every evening
as i breathe your company
i travel backwards and ahead upon a carousel
a flower in the fog.

there, i am the honest bleeding of the night
i am the only grave you once slept in
to hide from the other skulls
nevermind my twisted trunk
cause i'm the only tree you climbed
to build a house...

2010-06-20T02:18:00.007-04:00

i have been seen with such strange eyes
untouched by phantom hands
reeling in the hours of island shapes
I've found peace while the lucid doves pick the passers teeth

yet still i'm amongst the melting birds
crushed beneath tires and heartless tongues,
I've been shown that the easy way is not existing
for in the carousel of our thoughts we seek to escape.

i have felt such breaths and fingers pulsing
exhalations of deep tender hushing,
writhing necks collecting liquid
and arms folding inside heartbeats

tight lips raise ships from ghostly depths..
my green man is a miracle
in the warm times when we are pressed
we are most eloquent in our heat.

2010-05-08T22:45:00.001-04:00

wherever your face ignites my eyes
there is a nest for silent moments unbound
heartfelt escapes from the wilderness of wasted years
you are forever saving me from the fog of others
wrapping lucid fingers round my spine

in the hollow time, before your hair,
your skin and your burning mind
there were only the deserts of space
i foolishly pretended to twist
the sand neath by bored feet of feathered glove
always awonder of the dim evening cloak
of your arms enveloping me

future echos i did breathe
now i am unwound completely
your legs my castles clutch
you are the haunting of all my years
beating sweetly on my neck.

2010-04-27T19:29:00.002-04:00

i find myself alone in a wilderness of air
black eyes, the trees teeth have clawed
and still clouds of insects hover blue above me
preening for the clever seeds

the morning began with the nauseating metal birds
repeatedly collapsing from the sky around me
dusty separations from my lovers arms
and acidic hands to creep the lonely hours

i watched the windy seconds passing
eternities in heavy breaths and fingers tensed
silence over the cacophonous machines entangled
waiting for some word of fond fancy
..............................................................................

i am speechless in you
and want only what we've always had

i am still in the first hours of romance
the place where thoughtful gestures fold the clues
darb glances fill the room with watchful eyes
every movement of your voice an ancient ship

i am lost in the thick of it
yet you are so far away and will be farther soon
captured by the heartless metal birds i've seen today
carried away to more distant wakings

new sidewalks to grave your feet for walking
new atmospheres of trembling fervor
my holy hands shall hold you
cups to sleep on in the spilling night

2010-04-19T04:13:00.004-04:00

the spruce dreams of the palm

the sage dreams of soft peach

suddenly she is smiling
snipping from the gutters
lilting like angels' trumpets dream
in a charming corset
made of poems

you are as physical as a disease
i can taste you
the nude distending
inside my head
my crazy bird pointing skyward
dropping down over the pyramids

each panoramic second clinks like flesh
flowers beneath your embroidered skin

spill your miracles
under a rock
which is where I lay your heart
to rest

2010-03-29T16:15:00.003-04:00

If you were to leave a book out on the coffee table to impress a guest, what book would it be?

oof.

I'll say "House of Leaves" by Mark Danielewski which is one of my favorite books, it never leaves my desk.

Ask me anything

2010-03-24T22:06:00.004-04:00

If you had the opportunity to live one year of your life over again, which year would you choose?

2007.

Ask me anything

2010-03-23T14:14:00.000-04:00

The Love You Save

2010-03-22T22:32:00.004-04:00

these two contending idols
filmed inside each others mouths
teeth shown like fearful lions
guilty pleasures in the burning of ships.

I oceaned again last nightwaves beneath my shattered paw
a blanket of smooth skin
my ever loving hands were yours

it is to be exhumed in ritual
weekly dabblings in the dark art
in our fineries made of flesh,
like two caroming blades of light
avoiding each others smiles.
let the moisture eat our minds alive

2010-03-16T05:01:00.004-04:00

sometimes,
the world we wish for
seems to come too late,
or never at all.
i no longer wish for worlds though,
only moments
that are felt so deeply,
that they last
through everything I know.

2010-03-12T01:52:00.006-05:00

it only ever takes your hands,
long-fingered like sparrows rising,
to remind me of my past.

the bones know
where the body's been,
keeping a lifetimes
worth of secrets
to themselves
unable to relate their journey..

i wonder if the ocean
hides its anguish
amongst the coral.

2010-03-11T23:36:00.000-05:00

2010-03-11T19:28:00.005-05:00

Is there a song that you can listen to that cheers you up no matter what the problem is?

Allot of my music doesn't necessarily cheer me up...
But if anything does the trick for when I'm in a bleh sort of mood, its swingy jazz from the 40's.
I like Louis Armstrong, and Billie Holiday allot for instance.

Its just the music arrangements and that echoed sort of voice that just makes me feel like everything is more simple, beautiful, much like I'm in a scene of some black and white movie on a small television screen with only 4 channels. I don't know... All those sorts of things.

I just posted this recently and I've already listened to it far too many times to count.
Ella and Louis.
http://bit.ly/dja5PO

Ask me anything

2010-03-02T13:48:00.005-05:00

What was the last book you read?

Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said
by Philip K. Dick was the last book I finished reading.
I tend to get excited though. I jump back and forth from book to book as I get them until I eventually read them all the way through, which is a terrible habit...

So right now I'm reading a Sartre book that was was given to me a couple weeks ago, and its great. I'm going for cover to cover with this one.

Ask me anything

2010-02-11T19:28:00.004-05:00

http://toooth.tumblr.com/

2010-02-03T00:09:00.005-05:00

i couldn't put out your fire
so i let it grow.

2010-02-02T18:37:00.010-05:00

i can't feel the cold sometimes
as it competes with my flesh.
the ice of my body
thaws in thought.

Eating a book.

2010-01-15T02:09:00.005-05:00

last night i clawed at the insides
of my own sleep.

my dreams seem like you in this way

...more prone to the nightmare
of knowing what home is
and having lost that creature somehow.

the blood of the mute sky is amongst me.

2010-01-14T23:45:00.004-05:00

I need a city
of flowers,
to sooth this funeral
that's from the eyes down.

2009-12-28T23:02:00.006-05:00

belay the warm may
that I fall into
every day.
but I still remember june
& the options it brings
for the methods of torture
that I've let go.

Criminal's Return.

2009-12-08T22:53:00.004-05:00

a memory of a poem
left on the bathroom mirror:

the power was out.
a face looking back
full of questions
from then until sunset.
have you been mine,
where the fever mixes honey
with the spit?...

osseocarnisanguineoviscericartilaginonervomedullary

2009-12-06T21:02:00.012-05:00

I've been sleeping
for more than ten years
without resting.
my skin makes me tired,
how it seems
to move despite me:
with subtle trembling indifference.

waking up
is like starting over.
take spring, for instance,
& how it moves
in the opposite way of autumn
I have loved in this way,
burned up in the summer
& frozen by the end
of a conversation.

Paris Arm

2009-12-05T00:15:00.005-05:00

when i am the sky
all my clouds are filled
with water.
desperately trying
to grow roots in memories
more terrible than air,
and always slipping.

but my tongue is tied to a swing,
one rope busted
& dangling
towards the grass.

the oak above
was once my lovers body.
his eyes still cling
to the rusty leaves,
one arm extended:
a carved heart
with initials missing.

Blu and David Ellis

2009-12-04T15:51:00.003-05:00

Do make say think

2009-11-29T03:39:00.006-05:00

there is an agreeable honesty
to my life that persuades lesser
demons to loosen out of me...
like water through a flute.
and I've known each second of living
to be wrapped in some version of this sound.

Träume

2009-11-07T18:09:00.008-05:00

I told the moon where to go when it spied on me.

tearing the walls down.

2009-11-03T14:53:00.001-05:00

- we are becoming the beast.
& we are everywhere,
eyes like
something never ignored
& snoring...

2009-11-02T10:42:00.001-05:00

Is you is or is you ain't.

Have a good one.

2009-10-31T18:18:00.000-04:00

Sorry but I've been waiting for this, since last Halloween.

I Was a Teenage Werewolf.

2009-10-31T15:07:00.004-04:00

under high superstitious ceilings,
sleep is a frightful rock.
a dungeon of paradise
where I find my old self.

& I've seen you
running through your sleep.
busted the way that you are,
mismanaged all of your dreams
in piles near the bed.

[insert some missing photograph here]

I wonder
if, in the end
I will only be left
with the landscapes of my words
to haunt me.
or if somewhere,
there is some unarmed ghost of an era
who can hear these words,
without dying.

Grails

2009-10-19T23:02:00.001-04:00

2009-10-11T19:14:00.004-04:00

If I took a piece of silver
from the cloudy sky above,
the kind you've lived without
through all your life,
& placed a button of it
deep into the hollow of your chest,
would it sing the final note
that would open you to me?

2009-10-10T22:47:00.000-04:00

When I awoke from one dream
it simply led me to another,
same chambers,
different drawers.

2009-10-09T09:29:00.011-04:00

each syllable of your name sounds like mine,
repeated to the beat of some forgotten child heart
that hangs out in the ghettos of my chest,
aching to get back its ghostly morals
from the ether.

[noting to self, that this night was an important night.]

2009-09-20T19:00:00.005-04:00

Artists and Gardeners. Bookworms and Junkies. Toy Collectors, Ice-Cream Men and Disco Dancers. Mathematicians and Story-tellers. Gypsies and Travelers. Poets, Pen-Pals and People Watchers. Wizards, Warlocks and Witches. Yodelers and Auctioneers. Writers and Strategists. Pirates and Princess's. Men with exotic facial hair, Musicians and Mothers. Innate Listeners and Philosophers.

I can't wait.

2009-09-11T04:19:00.003-04:00

i love you
because everything is quiet.
i remember you
because everything has a sound.
beneath the roses
and bent grass,
where the wolf sleeps dreaming of blood
in innocence.

2009-09-10T12:19:00.003-04:00

until the winter comes...

i need coldness
to remind me of the heat.

Slept the clock around.

2009-09-09T01:41:00.006-04:00

You are the morning, and I am the night.

2009-08-27T15:56:00.005-04:00

If you had a handful of everything...

what are you left with when the storm comes?

a compromise,

a ship of gold

or an aching memory?

2009-08-23T09:11:00.003-04:00

reed and rader

clickk.

2009-08-16T21:26:00.005-04:00

Ice tastes better from a glass but you can't bear to part with plastic. I cannot for the life of me understand why you keep your room so cold. The window open, the fan blowing. It's set on high and you sleep undisturbed, unmoved, and unflawed. Splashed across the face of your television is a glossy reality that is anything but. When will you learn that life viewed through aviator sun glasses is not a life at all?
Worn tight around your finger is that ring you bought at the market eight Sundays ago.
Impure metal, as I said, will stain you.
But that is you isn't it?

Constantly going for the gold, but getting only green.

the tail end.

2009-07-30T04:36:00.003-04:00

2009-07-29T01:13:00.007-04:00

There's no princess's anymore..

just dragon bait.

...so fuck it right?

2009-07-24T00:58:00.000-04:00

...

2009-07-23T02:29:00.007-04:00

I'm finished
with romantic holocausts..
don't get me wrong

but these are myths...
imaginary fables
that tell of creatures
made of imaginary bones.

and the empty side of the bed
is a constantly rediscovered country.

Sweet shit.

2009-07-13T21:32:00.008-04:00

Or at least I think so..

Just Sharing.

2009-07-13T20:34:00.002-04:00

You make meals of my words
& my eyes while we're wilting.

BLU

2009-06-26T13:29:00.001-04:00

2009-06-16T00:41:00.001-04:00

Love's Disease

2009-06-15T16:25:00.001-04:00

I plant you beneath the oaks
to linger through my words..
lost in the insects that constantly eat me.
& i've managed,
somehow,
to have never seen your leaves before they brown.

Ferris Wheel

2009-06-14T20:54:00.009-04:00

i pace a lot in my sleep

because my tendency to placate
runs so deep.
i tend to open doors
that i've already walked through before
& left behind.

i'm not sure
what i'm going through
at the moment.
i move from one story
of my life
to the next
with very little time
to reflect.

if only people were mirrors.
i still see myself in you all.
i'm just not sure
what i look like anymore
from the outside
where they gander.

can one love habitually?
& if so, is that a bad thing?
there are two sides
to every hand though.
so we have a choice
between the fist
& the open palm.

...yet all I really wanted
was to be the one that,
despite all the psychosis,
prevails in knowing the side of them
that can't be known.

Fallen Art

2009-05-07T17:08:00.003-04:00

Blah blah bleh.. blahbah blah.

the indian:

2009-05-06T20:49:00.008-04:00

she seems so out of place

tiptoeing down your staircase banister..

it wasn't so long ago that her hair

once in braids,

extended from the flat of your bed to the floor

spiraling there
in an insanity of crazed circles.

but that was years ago,

hundreds maybe.

now she just balances, perfectly,

walking up and down until you're sick of her.

she is always in the way

& the constant creaking
keeps you from sleeping.

how long has it been since shes spoken one warm word?

or one cold word for that matter.

she's just on repeat..

so here she comes again.

"will you stop now?"

you plead, but she continues..

eyes intent on nothing really.

she has nothing better to do

than to provide for you this torture.

when you touch your hand

to the hem of her skirt,

when you move
to shove her from her perch,

your hand, once again,

passes right through her.

she is not red, like they say,

but rather golden.

her cheeks are high,

her teeth shine with a white

that's heavy on the eyes

compared to her skin.

& she never stops smiling.

what is she waiting for?

is it the moon?

is it the man that took her away when she was only 7

to that desert cabin she dare not remember?

is it the memory
of that dead mountain pass that filled with snakes
when the dam was released
when she was only 13?

she watched as all of her memories

became an empty lake,

a place to keep the fish
that would never feed her people.

it reminded her of something

that her grandfather once told her,

that, "the way of of heaven

is a vast net

& that although it's mesh is wide,

it catches everything."

her true name is a hundred colours,

but you will never know that.

2009-04-09T15:30:00.019-04:00

& even as i have fluttered inside you,
nestled close,
my wings brush about your organs..
& i steal brief glances
of the beating above,
the place where i entered
where another had left.

& my nest is in your bones,
nipped from your hair,
your lost fingernails.

the universe is warm here,
and the darkness keeps me quiet while i sleep.

Margaux is not a crime.

2009-04-04T02:36:00.007-04:00

...And, if ever one of you has the courage to kiss my red mouth, he makes a barefoot pilgrimage to Rome in penitential robes and expects flowers to grow from his withered staff,

while under my feet Roses, Violets and Myrtles spring up every hour, but their fragrance does not agree with you.

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Now playing: Fulibulbus - Another Dirty Horse On Parade

2009-03-16T20:57:00.007-04:00

But...
we found each other here,
dusting off the remains
of the decades ashes.
batting eyelashes
as if it were a method of communication,
whose mathmatics despite geometry...
redefined a century of despair.

2009-03-16T05:36:00.000-04:00

Over my shoulder

a piano falls.

Watchmen...

2009-03-07T23:52:00.004-05:00

Read the book first.

The movie didn't end up being so bad though,
I was expecting the worst.

Ghost.

2009-03-04T16:44:00.004-05:00

Different levels of the devil's company.

2009-03-01T21:30:00.004-05:00

I haven't been writing much...

I'm not sure yet whether its lack of inspiration, or maybe I just don't have time?
But somehow I did have the time enough to draw this acid trip of a sketch.
So I guess that's all I've got.

for now.

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Now playing: The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf

2009-02-03T06:48:00.000-05:00

why don't we hit restart and pause it at our favorite parts?

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Now playing: T.Rex - Mystic Lady

Koala

2009-02-01T18:18:00.008-05:00

2009-01-30T23:24:00.002-05:00

there is only air

where i used to care

2009-01-29T05:16:00.005-05:00

you tattoo the failures on the length of your arm
they usually run wrist to shoulder blade.
whether my badges of honor you lost in love
save the tale of the child that failed for another day...
this will be a totally new year.

...time marches on.
regaining consciousness
regaining confidence
regaining continuous coincidences

this is where we begin, when it feels like an ending..
this will be a totally new year.

New Years Resolution's

2009-01-01T16:33:00.000-05:00

1. Kick ass
2. Take names

oh and Indulge
-Foo

2008-12-18T19:29:00.000-05:00

nevermind.

2008-12-16T18:33:00.008-05:00

it seems that somehow i've found peace
despite an era of empty sceneries.

2008-12-11T00:52:00.012-05:00

So my assistant/private computer technician =D temporarily fixed my CD burner on thanksgiving (part 2). And for some reason its been working perfectly fine ever since?
So now I'm making mixed CD's that I owe people like madd.

So If anyone else wants one...
holler.

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Now playing: Prince - Kiss

con hambre no se puede pensar

2008-12-07T03:01:00.012-05:00

Y como todo era vida en esa parte de la ciudad
se decidió aniquilarlo.
Cuando yo pasé bailando por la puerta del bar
que frecuentaba
me absorbió el agua que emanaba la persiana acuática
Asfixia, recelo anónimo.

...Odio y confusión y también paz

Porque a veces más de uno es demasiado.

...

2008-12-06T02:54:00.005-05:00

a third of the world's bird population
lives in my hair
reclining in palmistry.
my scalp is ecuador
& i claim it for your own.

& the night is mysterious
from daylight's point of view at least...
always approaching,
but never really here.

later remembering this
i'll go plenty mad.

wait,
let me start over.
we were discussing birds
& how often it seems
that the tongue
has a mind of it's own.
or was it lavender
& how the soul weeps
when another winter's approaching?

we're all texting backwards as to better get the point across.

2008-11-27T23:07:00.007-05:00

If I had an phenomenal balcony in the middle of Manhattan... I think the first thing I would do is invest in a VERY warm sleeping bag.

Ummm... I have a turkey, now wheres myy doorman??

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Now playing: Do Make Say Think - Ontario Plates

insomnia:

2008-11-24T03:05:00.006-05:00

watching each minute add up to an hour.

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Now playing: Radio Head - Street Spirit

hey wolf eyes..

2008-11-21T05:16:00.000-05:00

no need to stalk your prey.

it's like we're dangling
from the same cliff,
but yet we know
that we can never
really fall again.
& it's so strange
to be alive
& always waiting
for gravity
to change our minds.

United

2008-11-20T23:47:00.003-05:00

Today I spent seven hours in 4 different airports and flew around on 3 separate planes to each of them.
Columbus OH, Chicago IL, Washington DC, and New York NY.

.. all I know is I'm going to sleep like a rock tomorrow.

Oh and, NYC is a beautiful sight to see from an airplane, especially at night with a clear sky..
it made a long trip worth while.
The heavy traffic made it even more gorgeous, it created an illusion that made the highways look like gold veins moving through the city.
gorgeous...

Someone probably spiked my mini drink.

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Now playing: Deftones - Knife Party

I smell like cucumbers.

2008-11-10T01:03:00.006-05:00

But I need to stop staying up so late. its about 1:10 am. which isn't too bad for me, but seeing as I have to wake up shortly after 6:00 am in order to make a 7:13 train... maybe being awake right now isn't the best idea.

Sad part is, I just spent the past 20 minutes awake downloading add-on's for Firefox. (pointless)
one of the add-on's being this neat little music player that plays out of the bottom of my internet window instead of i-tunes.

AND it informs people what I'm listening to right when I post emails and blogs. (I'm testing it out now)

So basically, I'm listening to Animal collective right now so hopefully it will tell you that.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to make it play..

Sorry for the pointless post by the way.

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Now playing: Animal Collective - For Reverend Green

Waltz.

2008-11-09T22:13:00.005-05:00

It’s when you notice the world around you while listening to that perfect song.
Everything unconsciously moves in perfect time, to a perfect beat, in sweet synchronicity.
In those brief moments, the universe dances such an elegant waltz.
All is intricately weaved, and dances solely for you.

2008-11-04T03:07:00.011-05:00

I got a CD of the rest of the pictures from the shoot me and Cassie did together and a little mini mag in the mail as well..

These were my favorites from the pictures she sent me. =]

Scream me to sleep..

2008-11-04T02:35:00.000-05:00

2008-11-03T04:57:00.000-05:00

i've found that it's been impossible
to have known death so many times
& to have not somewhat become it...

the poster

2008-10-23T13:51:00.000-04:00

popped another air-mattress

2008-10-22T23:56:00.000-04:00

& now i'm chewing on stars

...its as if I were a child that never learned
not to put my fingers where the flame begins.

Next stop..

2008-10-21T17:10:00.000-04:00

A Great Lake.

Creeper

2008-10-20T04:21:00.001-04:00

yep.

shitty.

2008-10-17T07:04:00.000-04:00

Why?

because when i become
the weather,
often it seems
that i'm only
a storm away
from raining
on my own parade.

2008-10-08T19:32:00.000-04:00

My heart was just too big that morning...
So I cloud my head to get ahead,
just one hit away from enlightenment.

& each footstep down stairs
is another phantom collapsing
into the moments that we can't feel.
where aggression is forced
into horizontal communication
unless I dance,
oblivious to our own
perilous descents.

the dust from previous relations fill his lungs,
and yes, I settle.

Only comes around once a year.

2008-10-07T02:21:00.000-04:00

I love girl scout cookies.

but THIS...
is Epic.

I went to the store and picked up some samoas with my friend earlier tonight

mmm.

2008-10-04T22:23:00.000-04:00

you took a bite
of each discarded flower
that i dropped
in passing.

I'm a fucking vampire..

2008-10-02T05:02:00.000-04:00

Why else would I be staying up till 5:00 every night/morning??

oh and that taste for blood

2008-10-01T04:02:00.001-04:00

I've officially ran out of cash.
I've definitely spent a few hundred in just train, subway, and taxi expenses alone in the last few weeks. I need to stop going into the city so much I suppose...

but I don't want to.

My 4:00 am play-list.

2008-09-30T03:55:00.000-04:00

One of these..

2008-09-22T16:16:00.000-04:00

Answer these questions by posting the first image that comes up on google images for the answer:

1. Your age on your next birthday

2. Your favorite color

3. The last meal you ate

4. Your bad habit

5. Your favourite fruit/vegetable

6. Your favorite animal

7.The town you live in

8. The most useful thing in your house

9. The name of your pet

10. Your most recent purchase

11. Something that makes you happy

12. Your first name

13. Your last name

My children WILL know how to salsa dance.

2008-09-22T01:34:00.000-04:00

Because of this man.

Mouth Eating Motions.

2008-09-20T07:28:00.000-04:00

lets make clown eyes at each other beneath tent-beds made of steam.
and i'll send smoke signals to you about all the creatures i named after you
in a dream.

2008-09-20T05:25:00.000-04:00

Raised by mothers Fucked by men A generation of writers Who don’t use pens Epic stories -- Guts and glory. We write fake biographies about our imaginary best friends-- we spell-check love letters never sent. Whore ourselves out and fuck for the rent. - - -

2008-09-19T20:46:00.000-04:00

Fall New York Couture lookbook
and Fashion show 08'
=]