the meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport of the pharaoh a little while later the pharisees dragged a comb through the meadow do you remember what they called out to you and me, in our window? there is a rusty light on the pines tonight sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow down into the bones of the birches and the spires of the churches...
someone you'd admire.
after all is said and done, i feel the same all that i hoped would change within me stayed like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore warming his hands, a thousand years ago i walk with others in the yearning to get out claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout one of them wants only to be someone you’d admire one would as soon just throw you on the fire after all is said and after all...
i was not baked.
“look, i’m jesus,” i say, arms sprawled out against the wall. “his head was slumped a little.” i slump my head to the left. “the other side.” i change right. “and one shoulder is higher than the other.” “that’s why his head is slumped.” i lift my right shoulder. “the right shoulder.” “my...
“hi. do you two have any questions about the menu?” “well, we’re seeing a lot of thai and chinese dishes. what would you say is the most authentic or traditional vietnamese dish on your menu?” “i would definitely recommend the pho. it’s basically a national dish of vietnam.” … later, after the meal … “we were wanting to try some...
no bad dream fucker’s gonna boss me around christian brothers gonna take him down but it can’t help me get over don’t be cross, it’s sick what i want i’ve seen the boss blink on and off fake concerns is what’s the matter, man and you think i ought to shake your motherfucking hand well, i know how much you care don’t be cross, it’s sick what i want...
troubles will be gone.
oh, when it’s god i see in headlights kneeling down on frozen highways and salvation in white knuckles on a wheel and the deer is in the audience by the border of darkness where forgiveness grows and slowly winds away well there’s a question somewhere asked with all the answers inside but i’ll never find the kid before she’s gone well the day is never done, but...
i was raised up believing i was somehow unique like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes unique in each way you can see and now after some thinking i’d say i’d rather be a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me but i don’t, i don’t know what that will be i’ll get back to you someday and soon you will see what’s my name,...
Dan Terzian: iTunes & iPod Syncing: Converting... →
iamatestpilot: I recently wrote Apple and suggested an improvement to iPod syncing with iTunes. Part of the message is excerpted below. Currently, iPod syncing allows the user to convert higher bitrate songs to 128kbps. This feature enables the user to maximize the quantity of songs on her iPod while still…
and he's sleeping.
i called you earlier.
but then decided to come home and watch the bacehlor - my guilty pleasure - equivalent to your perez.
except, maybe a little worse. or better. haven't decided yet.
i fucked wilner
so that is possibly why I didn't pick up
best sex ever.
i love it.
i love you
and the amazing sex
i had today
it's all i can think aobut
the hottie with the body with which I would love to be naughty
...but would probably be expelled if I did...
"You could have gotten us killed!..."
no one will know except for me.
and your pussies.
you're the best.
finally got a vibrator!
a new facebook wife. anyone for the taking? amelioooo?
hey remember that time when i found a human tooth down on delaney. hey remember that time when we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth. hey remember that time when my favorite colors was pink and green. hey remember that month when i only ate boxes of tangerines. so cheap and juicy. hey remember that time when i would only read shakespeare. hey remember that time when i would only read the...
also, excuse my lack of typing.
i sliced my fing. open today.
my indx no less.
on l hnd.
so you just aren't using it?
gnna kp abrvitn.
I sure hope not
hrt 2 typ.
bt i am usn t.
gnna kp abrvitn.
mke dfclt 2 rd.
I can read it but I dun wanna
ne-wy, ff 2 wtch bchlr.
my kingdom's border.
i once had a dream, tangible, as is common. in it, i came to a kingdom of exquisite beauty, enticing me to cross through its borders. tentative, i balanced the pros. and cons. for a place of perfection is unreal. utopia cannot exist amongst man. in time, my thoughts diverged. i had realized the truth and lies of what lie before my feet. commencing toward my utopia was wise. if i uncovered...
does not suffice.
i will pack all my pretty dresses i will box up my high-heeled shoes a sparkling ring for every finger i’ll put away and hide from view coats of boucle, jacquard and cashmere cartouche and tweed, all silver-shot and everything that could remind you of how easy i was not i’ll tuck away my gilded buttons i’ll bind my silks in shapeless bales wrap it all up in reams of...
easy, easy, my man and me; we could rest and remain here, easily. we are tested and pained by what’s beyond our bed; we are blessed and sustained by what is not said. no one knows what is coming, or who will harvest what we have sown, or how i’ve been dulling and dumbing, in the service of the heart alone. or how i am worn to the bone by the river, and in the river made of light,...
have one on me.
from the courtyard, i floated in and watched it go down. heard the cup drop; thought, “well, that’s why they keep them around.” the blackguard sat hard, down, with no head on him now, and i felt so bad, cause i didn’t know how to feel bad enough to make him proud. by the time you read this, i will be so far away. daddy longlegs, how in the world am i to be expected to stay?...
so here i am, on the edge of your bed, slipping off, feet scraping the floor, as a tendu, yet without grace. here i am, listening to music, mangum’s voice in my ears, drowning the sounds of laughter in a room nearby. i don’t know where my thoughts are. they are neither static nor dynamic. my state of mind is odd, awed. i just thought of the holocaust. and how it spurned such music....
nick: so your birthday's on thursday, right?
nick: do you want me to make u 7layer dip?
me: if you want to. sure. that would be nice.
nick: but i need my salsa back from your house.
i love my guy friends.
eyes are heavy, as an anvil falling through time. i need this time to think, rest, sailing on waves made from love, placed under my drifting self, and lulling me in their troughs. a yawn, to bring tears of saltwater to the surface of my sclerae, conceives a plane, so thin and delicate, a breath, it could break, dispersed in an instant. the muscles of my being ache, pining for release from their...
memefy: Click the squares…
monkey & bear.
down in the green hay where monkey and bear usually lay they woke from a stable-boy’s cry he said “someone come quick! the horses got loose, got grass-sick! they’ll founder! fain, they’ll die.” what is now known by the sorrel and the roan? by the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey? it is: stay by the gate you are given. and remain in your place, for your...
come on down, the furthest reaches of your nowhere town they suck you in, the black hole kids wont let you free again don’t you try to shoot up the sky tonight we’ll stay alive when it’s gone, you sit and stare until the golden dawn can’t you see his arms are a hell and you wont ever leave? stay alive.