The show is every Saturday at midnight. I won't be there tonight, but I will be there next weekend and every weekend after with the exception of March 5.
I am working in a warehouse now. I pack and ship boxes, and I drive a forklift. I don't really know how I ended up here, but I really like it. On a daily basis I am hit with a barrage of questions about my personal life, but I just stay quiet. Everyone is mostly interested in my cuts, my scars, my tattoos. They are... Read More
My abstract thoughts used to send me adrift and I would forget days. But now I remember 'everything' as abstract becomes reality... Every millisecond of each day is stored in my head--not like a photograph--like video. More like the crispness of film. And the soundtrack to this film is a buzz. An ever-present buzz. The same sort of buzz that a rabid dog must hear...... Read More
I'll be at at slumber party in Frisco tonight, and then Austin next weekend. I guess I'll get in touch sometime after that. I hope all is well with you.
I was in a meeting Friday. The lights were dim and there was a projection on a screen. The projection displayed words that spoke of me. The words explained how I was going to become a product, and how that product would be marketed. About halfway through the gathering, the room collapsed upon me, and I imagined the shrinking space as a coffin with no... Read More
Kris and I spent Saturday night at a state park campground to escape our similar frenzied worlds. I woke up Sunday morning, tangled around her in my tent. Our skin was clinging together because of the heat and humidity. She was deep in sleep when I gently pulled myself from her. I watched her slumber. I watched her breathe. Her breaths were large, heavy, and... Read More
My medication has numbed me for so long that I can only remember a chain of very dull days until recently. Last week I completely stopped taking my medicine. I now feel a constant electrical surge... an electrical surge that has exploded my circuit box.
I met a girl named Kris last night. Platform shoes. Jarring makeup. Corset. But I see past this external projection. I see vulnerability. I see heartbreak. I see a mind that is an instrument of great design in its 'simplicity' sort of like a mousetrap... a little piece of instant gratification linked to a neck-breaking spring.
She is the space that I need right now,... Read More
i think that people look to John Stewart, a comedian, for political commentary because even though he is hosting a show for comedic entertainment, he is also NOT putting the ridiculous amounts of spin on the news that all the other damn news shows do. Plus, John Stewart is an amazingly smart man, politically, and a lot of young people recognize that.
Also, i think a quote from him a while back about the exact thing was really poignant. When asked what he thought of young people getting their news from him he said that hey dont, because if they didnt already understand current events the show wouldnt be funny.
I caught myself hyperventilating today because of the lack of rhythm in my head. My mind used to play harp strings. A sort of gentle brushing of chords occupied my head everyday. Now my mind hears mass confusion. It is the sound of an ensemble of instruments being tuned all at once.
I'm lazy, so I'll tell you here. Every single vote counts. Especially now when the race is so close.. We have to get Bush out somehow, if the deficit doesn't get better it can only get worse. and with as many countries as Bush plans on bombing, I don't see up getting out of debt anytime soon. Plus, Bush is a moron, do you really want a moron making decisions for you? I dont. Vote Kerry!
Go within, discover, and hang on...
Take care, hon.