| Heroes of Western Evolution |
[08 Dec 2005|10:30am] |
We’re all dreaming Spetznaz
in houses where everything carries but silence
in towns where the children play manifest destiny
and the steeples are all well lit.
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| Electric Shakespeare |
[03 Nov 2005|10:02am] |
Home is not having to be home before the streetlights come on, but wanting to.
The best surprise is going back to sleep after being awake for an hour and having the most amazing videogame dreams of your life.
The other morning I walked into the bathroom and saw an upside-down measuring cup on the floor, one which Andy had been using for (anti-hiccup)water. All I could think was "I'm really glad he came in here to try the "drink water upside-down" trick."
Waking up is sobering up.
(and I forgot to set the alarm.)
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| The Good Words are "Sitting Around" |
[02 Aug 2005|07:13pm] |
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So, I turned in my skeleton key to the Santa Cruz Metro Center and hung up my tall white hat. Thus endeth the Best/Worst/Best job I've ever had. The Santa Cruz population has doubled for me in the last two days. This little white house is just packed, and I couldn't be happier. Also, today a woman asked me "Are you feeding the birds despite the sign, or BECAUSE of it?"
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| awaiting dawn, they |
[30 Mar 2005|03:25pm] |
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Uh, no. Yes.
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| "It's The Little Things That Mean So Little", or "My Second Monday Afternoon" |
[01 Mar 2005|02:41pm] |
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I'm going to be horribly, morbidly depressed if the mail doesn't come today. I really don't care if any of it's for me, it didn't come yesterday is all, and I'd like to be able to have some faith in our postal warriors. I mean, neither snow nor rain, but decent sunny days in Santa Cruz, and not a drop of junk mail in sight?
update, 3:01pm PST
I just went out to the mailbox. Inside was a single piece of mail. A utility bill.
This is terribly important, for the following reasons:
1) It proves the existence of God.
1a) It proves that God hates me.
1b) Existentialism must be wrong, no matter how much I can relate to La Nausee's Antoine after being awake for almost two days, because God hates me, and for God to hate me, God must exist, which means that the universe is not an indifferent and meaningless set for humanity's big selfish play. In fact, it couldn't be further from indifferent, because it hates me, and leaves me utility bills when all i wanted was proof that the postal service still worked weekdays.
2)I did not know it was March until very recently. Also, I am convinced that my watch is moving time to suit itself, because the hour from 2-3 was probably the longest hour I've ever experienced. I'm convinced it's just going to keep stretching out hours until I get something done, and then it's going to make up for lost time and leave me late to something.
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| Small defeats, big dioramas. |
[23 Feb 2005|10:17pm] |
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Sometimes you just can't help but think, "Today would be a good Wednesday to burn down an orphanage."
Then you realize that you'd probably just end up with teddybear ashes in your eyes.
Creepy Neighbor EP out now, send/give/wish me a dollar or a blank cd for a copy.
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| Don't Cut Us Out. |
[23 Jan 2005|07:38pm] |
Please come home.
Whatever it is, it's not worth this.
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| The Kiss-Off |
[18 Jan 2005|07:47pm] |
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The Verve- The Drugs Don't Work |
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To you, wherever you are. I know we've established a pretty solid policy of issue-skirting and non-confrontation, but this is just getting ridiculous. I'm sick and tired of having to be happy for two. I've given and given, and I'm just tired of putting my own neck on the line to save your reputation. I refuse to convince people that you "don't really mean it" anymore. You're such an asshole to those that love you, to the point of making it almost impossible to do so, and it's only a matter of time until even your most staid friends leave you to your own cold, lonely devices. You can't go through life acting as if you're the only one that exists. I'm fucking fed up with your drugged out solipsism, and while I'm not closing any doors, I'm simply through with offering any part of myself for you to corrupt with your irrational misery. Good luck and godspeed, I'm out this bitch.
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| January 17, Still. |
[17 Jan 2005|09:11pm] |
The days sure are getting longer, R.B.
So much longer.
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| If Found, Return To: the sea |
[04 Jan 2005|12:13am] |
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It gets colder here every night. I once had a word for this kind of cold, but I said it so often that I misplaced it along the way, and now I just let my chattering teeth say it.
At least the ants don't like scotch, right?
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| Lazarus Tree, Lazarus Tree? |
[13 Dec 2004|12:26am] |
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The first thing I noticed upon stepping into the backyard, with it's foreign walls, was the bush/tree (where the rats live) against the back wall. It had seemed on the brink of winter death before I left, but I suppose that three-odd weeks of fattening rain have cured it. Not only is it bigger, but it's covered in the happiest (and least seasonal!) yellow flowers I've ever seen. The entire annexed corner is nothing but green and yellow and alive.
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[06 Dec 2004|01:12pm] |
soon.
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| Yep. |
[15 Nov 2004|03:15am] |
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I'm an asshole/It's a new week.
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| Hummingbird Streetlamp |
[06 Nov 2004|03:32pm] |
I'm sad sometimes, but it doesn't really matter. I say things I don't mean, and I say things I don't mean to say because of it, though, and I think that does. Simple enough for me. The squeaky wheel has it's well just like all the others, and eventually the metal will wear down to a shine.
"These yams..."
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| Flickering Glass Torches |
[06 Nov 2004|12:56pm] |
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It seems that lately I can't stop sowing my forest paths with kudzu vines, burning bridges left and right. Where's to go, what's to do? Anywhere, anything, nowhere, nothing. So I'm just going to sit here for a while.
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