Monday, April 03, 2006


It's a rainy and dreary April day. April Fools passed without incident. It's a fool's day everyday, isn't it? Cliche, don't you think? Yes - very.

I'm anxiously awaiting the freshness of Spring. I will miss my winter layers however, but I'll trade it for some mild air.

Two Friday's ago I drunkenly slipped on some wooden stairs and landed on my tailbone. I didn't land on my ass: I landed directly on my tailbone. Don't ever fall on your tailbone, it takes forever to heal! Just fall on your ass. Fall on your ass and get up again.

Your tailbone is used in more body movements than you can possibly imagine.

. . .

It's the in-between moments that need to be maximized. We can set time aside and sit down and get it done. (Can we?) It would be in my best interest to put energy toward the task at that particular moment: ie - riding the train, stairing out the window . . .

Thursday, December 29, 2005

"There's more women in the world than men."

- Laura Taylor

Sunday, December 25, 2005

My mind is doing it again; it's best that I go to sleep before I create a very unreal situation with it and never come back from that and never be able to fix it with my sorry.

I dropped my arms.
Who blocks their phone number, calls me on Christmas and hangs up?

Merry Christmas!

I was good!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005


Merry Christmas or who am I kidding? I know I'm old because I'm attentive and reverent over which celebrity dies during the holidays. Who are we collecting?

"I'm not depress". That's a privilege; and only adolescents can.

The humour I'm finding now make me feel wise.

I've already experienced horrific and it became advisory and rest be laughs between us.

I loooove you . . . I loooove you . . .

[But like, why did he even say depressed? And isn't this sentence so referential of the author all the tuition money spent on critical creative thought has really paid off and I'm seeing the artistry in things. Even if I'm being myself through another voice. I mean what art becomes as my experience of happening, sees. It all comes down to semantics: Everyone and the map. Instead of keeping it real should try keeping it right.

Oh but will it live up? But critic will you live? Or will we stand talking while we triumphantly past time? I have the upper hand just like downer vindicating hyper new knowledgeable you. Would you impress me if I was you? Would we be if me wasn't we? ]

Parenthesis means it happens in the mind . . .

And my thought cut off like that. I can always use it as a cut-up. It's the best thing to do to find out what you say when you can't say anything. Cut it up and postmodernists will warm it up for you. And the artist in you will phoenix, maybe money will own it, then?

I'm going to bed after this so you can stay up and I'll keep the light on for you.

It's the original special and I'm tickled . . .

Monday, August 15, 2005



I can't remember the last time I saw my sister; I haven't seen her in months. She just called me and said that she's been home since noon, and my mother has yet to let her see Lily. Lily's upstairs in Gammy's room.

I didn't know what to say to her.


Sunday, August 14, 2005

8/13/05 - Olivia Pillow

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

I said

What I meant

And I won't

Take it back