Month: June 2011

no writing mood

I’m not in a writing mood today. That part of my day gets shot to shit when I’m physically weary. I frankly just want to have sex and get drunk. I invest much emotion into both activities. So what’s new. I’m going to call my pop later today. All I can offer about him right now is in this post. It’s a convoluted mess. My mind does not think in a straight line. You can see.

You know, you go back and read about who you were, even less than a year ago, and it’s really something else. Still the same person, but different. And the fact that I ponder this again and again don’t make it any less alluring or self-centered. It’s alright, though. It means a hell of a lot more when I choose someone to think about besides myself.

no writing mood

I’m not in a writing mood today. That part of my day gets shot to shit when I’m physically weary. I frankly just want to have sex and get drunk. I invest much emotion into both activities. So what’s new. I’m going to call my pop later today. All I can offer about him right now is in this post. It’s a convoluted mess. My mind does not think in a straight line. You can see.

You know, you go back and read about who you were, even less than a year ago, and it’s really something else. Still the same person, but different. And the fact that I ponder this again and again don’t make it any less alluring or self-centered. It’s alright, though. It means a hell of a lot more when I choose someone to think about besides myself.

My right heel is fucked and I’m spitting blood.

And now I’m finally watching The Crying Game.

When the apocalypse comes, there won’t be a single moment of regret. No wishing, no crying, no ache for something that never came to pass. Just a recollection of everything up to the point in time when it comes to an end. If I knew it was coming, I’d be right here, doing this, because there is no other life.

Some people sit in silence and smile for their own reasons. I like to think they see what’s coming and revel in what they have right now.

My right heel is fucked and I’m spitting blood.

And now I’m finally watching The Crying Game.

When the apocalypse comes, there won’t be a single moment of regret. No wishing, no crying, no ache for something that never came to pass. Just a recollection of everything up to the point in time when it comes to an end. If I knew it was coming, I’d be right here, doing this, because there is no other life.

Some people sit in silence and smile for their own reasons. I like to think they see what’s coming and revel in what they have right now.

my fantasies

My fantasies are this: natural. Natural possession of your desire, of your neck, of your thighs, of sweaty oily skin and wet moist lips. My hands are yours and I give them to waiting lips, your man, my woman. This is how I see our passage of time—not idealized happiness, but natural embrace.

my fantasies

My fantasies are this: natural. Natural possession of your desire, of your neck, of your thighs, of sweaty oily skin and wet moist lips. My hands are yours and I give them to waiting lips, your man, my woman. This is how I see our passage of time—not idealized happiness, but natural embrace.

ocean

What they don’t tell you about living by the ocean is that it’s loud. It isn’t soft waves in the distance. It’s thunder and rattlers echoing in your brain and near madness. It takes a certain kind of someone to do it.

But, this looks calm. Pleasant. It’s the kind of place where the waves come from within.

ocean

What they don’t tell you about living by the ocean is that it’s loud. It isn’t soft waves in the distance. It’s thunder and rattlers echoing in your brain and near madness. It takes a certain kind of someone to do it.

But, this looks calm. Pleasant. It’s the kind of place where the waves come from within.