clinic: the second line

joel, travis and i got coffee at denny's tonight.

it was good. yes. it was.

the waitress left the coffee pot on the table.

...

i miss when i'd nurse my tea

sipping endlessly at the rim, even

when i had run out.

all the while your lips and tongue would

dance awkward-endlessly across teeth and thoughts.

lamplight cut gold into your hair as

you shifted slightly from your knees

and i sifted quietly into dream.

...

stars:better be heaven

..

he sleeps in his clothes

so he smells of dreams.

he's in love,

so he brushes his teeth.

..

wesely jensen: solid gold

this is the moment

when it breaks

when the bones begin to shake

and cave

this is how the movement stops

and begins to spin the other way

damien rice: delicate

i literally am in love with Lisa Vito.

pompeii: sit & wait

my brother has been going through my old journals (secretly), scanning the drawings and saving them in this file labeled 'artist'. i found them accidentally while looking for a music file. this one is circa 2006. its from the:

'Ana Leialoha Kauanoe' journal. (my first real girlfriend).

she bought it for my birthday, which was a few weeks into our dating relationship. around the middle of the book, we started trading journals and writing in each others. so the rest of the book are some scattered scribbles from me and the remainder is wonderfully cliche 16 year old girl handwriting.

loopylovelycursive.

from that point on, you can literally watch her slowly decay into selfloathing, bitterness and hopelessness. by way of her words and poems and drawings. its rather impressive/depressive.

...

she broke up with me to go out with her ex boyfriend.

i retaliated by mailing a torn piece of paper with Bright Eyes

lyrics on it.

"so im just the medicine

you take when you're sick

get well and thats it

im put back on the shelf in your mirror

and isnt it exceptional

the course of our fate

so people love and they hate

i guess its our time turn to hate

you were just some song i wrote

a poem on a page

a sculpture i made out of clay

desire was the flame"

needless to say, we didnt stay friends.

...

the latest gossip is that she is getting married.

to the brother of the kid i gave her sisters number to.

oh well.

you strike the iron while its hot if you intend to strike at all.

right?

but, i still think she was beautiful.

a beautiful that tends to come with impossible things.

alexandra hope: whatever you want

being laid off from USPS had a lot of downsides.

the top 5 things i miss most besides a paycheck are as follows.

1.) reading postcards.

2.) borrowing Nylon magazines and UO catalogues.

3.) leaving and getting notes.

(most often in the spirit of argumentation.)

4.) purchasing gas and coffee from the same black woman

at the same time every day.

5.) watching the sun rise through the whisper of passing trees.

wheat: i met a girl

today i watched 'the book of eli' with joel.

(sorry Mila Kunis, but you will always be Jackie to me.)

i went to barnes and noble to look for the

new FADER and buy a Vampire Weekend

album and i found him reading by the magazines.

he said he was going to the movies alone. soo.

....

afterwards i bought some tea, creamer and

film by myself. i had left my phone at home, so

i basically drifted/sifted silently and undisturbed

through checkouts and people and places.

...

i've been spacing out into daydreams

while driving a lot recently.

i will wake up parked where i was headed,

with no recollection of turning into the parking lot.

maybe one day i'll wake up in canada.

or the ocean.

how exciting?

lykke li: dance dance dance

i'm fitting myself in daylight.

unwrapping sunshine.

encircling nightbreak.

is there a something rising?

to flutter my eyes full of wingfire?

you

all lipwarmth on armscars.

all eyebright in daylight.

greg laswell: i'm not out

"

"is it better to burn out than to fade away?"

-High Fidelity

Loch Lomond: Wax & Wire

man, i love these UO free mp3 downloads.

i've been spending an unpresedented amount

of time playing guitar/piano and perusing flickr today.

but i cleaned the downstairs, so some productivity.

i guess.

everything is in slow collapse.

a reverse universe condition.

(did i already blog this concept?)

galaxies creaking open.

astroid belts loosening.

all of all

sifting into nothing.

but, i suppose, nothing is something.

nowhere is somewhere.

and there is meaning in that.

oh,well.

i'll find out eventually.

like always.

for always.

third eye blind: semi charmed life

third eye blind
motorcycle drive by

crystallized in your eyes.
thickest sighs alive.