Chivalry is dying. Personal honor is the pinnacle. Satisfaction is necessary. Disappointment, inevitable. It’s never foggy in Tigard except for right now. A sideshow for the amusement of the frightened, repressed masses. The largest catfish in the world exist in Mongolia. I’ll never catch one unless I get started. My calves are huge. Lava lamps work better without the bottle. Remember to turn off the heat. Remember to pick up some gummy bears and vodka. Neighbor needs to stop looking at me like she expects a hug. Get the bike out of the hallway. Write a list of lists to create. Fucking beast. Shaving one’s canines—what bullshit. What a piece of work is man. What vanity, what nobility in reason. What inordinate waste. Find me a sound.
Month: May 2011
Early morning thoughts:
Chivalry is dying. Personal honor is the pinnacle. Satisfaction is necessary. Disappointment, inevitable. It’s never foggy in Tigard except for right now. A sideshow for the amusement of the frightened, repressed masses. The largest catfish in the world exist in Mongolia. I’ll never catch one unless I get started. My calves are huge. Lava lamps work better without the bottle. Remember to turn off the heat. Remember to pick up some gummy bears and vodka. Neighbor needs to stop looking at me like she expects a hug. Get the bike out of the hallway. Write a list of lists to create. Fucking beast. Shaving one’s canines—what bullshit. What a piece of work is man. What vanity, what nobility in reason. What inordinate waste. Find me a sound.
nude neck
Exposed, exhaling
Excitable wood
Fingers on tendons
Crying, like a violin
Symphonic suffocating
Ebbs and dissonance flows
Silently, drums playing
Fleshy chords, struggling
Such muffled and soft
Melodies feel like a loss
Like giving in to a selection
Of a forgotten age
Of feeling powerless
And knowing your music
Is in the conductor’s hands
nude neck
Exposed, exhaling
Excitable wood
Fingers on tendons
Crying, like a violin
Symphonic suffocating
Ebbs and dissonance flows
Silently, drums playing
Fleshy chords, struggling
Such muffled and soft
Melodies feel like a loss
Like giving in to a selection
Of a forgotten age
Of feeling powerless
And knowing your music
Is in the conductor’s hands
Because I can’t write more,
I am least common. Hooray.
My mind remains in the gutter. I cannot participate.
Stoic.
Animal.
Sensitive.
Not at all. Giving and relenting are actions.
Griffith Observatory. The view is excellent at night. The wind peels away the sweat.
Hm. A poor or confused one I guess. I don’t mind being separate from most people.
The awkwardness goes away when there is trust. And what’s wrong with complimenting someone’s sexy arm color?
I do not use it enough and think it should be legal.
You don’t have to wear a seatbelt. You can be with whoever you like. Unless physically forced, you choose to follow the rules out of fear or respect for the laws of your government.
There are creepy smiles and nice smiles. It depends.
Let go of the crush and tell her, or let go of the crush and look elsewhere. But do yourself the favor and don’t pine after her. The more you internalize what you want, the more difficult it will be to be honest about it.
I don’t know about him, but someone I truly care about deserves all the patience and help I can muster.
Careful. If you think about it, you got it.
It does appeal to me, yes it does. My primary concern would be her happiness and well-being.
And if Gabriel found the sword that ended you, would your soul rejoice?
Because I can’t write more,
I am least common. Hooray.
My mind remains in the gutter. I cannot participate.
Stoic.
Animal.
Sensitive.
Not at all. Giving and relenting are actions.
Griffith Observatory. The view is excellent at night. The wind peels away the sweat.
Hm. A poor or confused one I guess. I don’t mind being separate from most people.
The awkwardness goes away when there is trust. And what’s wrong with complimenting someone’s sexy arm color?
I do not use it enough and think it should be legal.
You don’t have to wear a seatbelt. You can be with whoever you like. Unless physically forced, you choose to follow the rules out of fear or respect for the laws of your government.
There are creepy smiles and nice smiles. It depends.
Let go of the crush and tell her, or let go of the crush and look elsewhere. But do yourself the favor and don’t pine after her. The more you internalize what you want, the more difficult it will be to be honest about it.
I don’t know about him, but someone I truly care about deserves all the patience and help I can muster.
Careful. If you think about it, you got it.
It does appeal to me, yes it does. My primary concern would be her happiness and well-being.
And if Gabriel found the sword that ended you, would your soul rejoice?
Because I can’t write,
I dated someone who is older than me by about five years. It worked out fine for a while, but she had a child and I was too immature and scared at the time to commit to anything serious. Now I find myself attracted to women in their 20s and 30s (biological imperative, perhaps), but only if they possess a certain level of maturity and intelligence.
Honesty.
Sex drive.
Intense emotional experiences.
Prepare to wait while she mulls things over. And don’t expect a gush of affection all at once.
Be direct.
Accept that she might not like you.
Mellow the fuck out.
Get stabby.
When I’m aroused. Which is frequently.
Get high (but not too high) and relax.
Complete vulnerability.
Charge ahead. Though by the time I’m charging I know a person well enough to take the risk.
He’s a fucked up human being and strives for what he wants. So really, a human being wrapped up in an archetype.
Because I can’t write,
I dated someone who is older than me by about five years. It worked out fine for a while, but she had a child and I was too immature and scared at the time to commit to anything serious. Now I find myself attracted to women in their 20s and 30s (biological imperative, perhaps), but only if they possess a certain level of maturity and intelligence.
Honesty.
Sex drive.
Intense emotional experiences.
Prepare to wait while she mulls things over. And don’t expect a gush of affection all at once.
Be direct.
Accept that she might not like you.
Mellow the fuck out.
Get stabby.
When I’m aroused. Which is frequently.
Get high (but not too high) and relax.
Complete vulnerability.
Charge ahead. Though by the time I’m charging I know a person well enough to take the risk.
He’s a fucked up human being and strives for what he wants. So really, a human being wrapped up in an archetype.
poetic lines
Attempt to write some poetic lines with emphasis on the desire to ravage her. Fail to convey just how fucking much you want her. Contemplate loneliness. Contemplate the end of loneliness. Contemplate a car hitting a wall at a hundred miles an hour. Contemplate just how unromantic that is. Decide to work on breathing exercises and keep calm. See clouds and calm seas. See her shape in the clouds. See the shape immediately take on the tone of sunset sweaty flesh. Hear laughter and whispers. Take a shot or two of tequila. Decide that bullshit is best left to men who know how to be suave. Carry on with the ravaging.
poetic lines
Attempt to write some poetic lines with emphasis on the desire to ravage her. Fail to convey just how fucking much you want her. Contemplate loneliness. Contemplate the end of loneliness. Contemplate a car hitting a wall at a hundred miles an hour. Contemplate just how unromantic that is. Decide to work on breathing exercises and keep calm. See clouds and calm seas. See her shape in the clouds. See the shape immediately take on the tone of sunset sweaty flesh. Hear laughter and whispers. Take a shot or two of tequila. Decide that bullshit is best left to men who know how to be suave. Carry on with the ravaging.