I think about going home, and all the things I have to do to get there, and I get tired.
and not a single fuck was given that day.
There are sounds you make that I can feel in my teeth.
19 May 2010an unreliable witness to our own time here.
6 April 2009celebrated the loss of a tooth.
2 April 2009My mother had convinced me that it was best not to talk. She said that every word I said would lead me straight to Hell. I lived by this until I realized I wasn’t getting any closer to Hell; I was already in it.
3 February 2010All I can feel in moments like that is you are putting more feeling into this experience than I am and all I can see is how that makes me uncomfortable in the future.
25 November 2009And I’ll imagine my collective memories getting together for their weekly meetings.
26 February 2010I want to disguise my words to you. I want to dress them up in funny glasses and stick bushy mustaches on them so they seem harmless. And with those little mustaches they will carry the words I. Am. Busy. “I’m busy.” But what they really want, or what I really want, is I (pow) am (pow) busy (pow pow). I don’t need you.
1 December 2009Glow worm
sleeping on this flower -
your light’s on.
I think about going home, and all the things I have to do to get there, and I get tired.
