Saturday, September 30, 2006
\/\/\1nd0\/\/\ b0xthe things behind windows ...
evreyday i can see the things just behind windows. the things that sing, and laugh, and think of me just before i come home from work. the things that breath, and cry, and revel in the time just before dawn when dreams come drifting in from the fog outside our window. things that are not even things at all. the things that dreams are made of.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
v@der's h0usei'm outta here ...
i'm moving into the death star. darth vader and i have gotten a new big screen and the storm troopers are out picking up the beer. my pool table is in place and the thermonuclear reactor has been cranked to alderon crushing strenth, so you know the juacuzzi is hot. that's right i'm moving on up to a dee-lux apartment in the sky-yy-yyyy.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
/\/\y |3!keso, i got this bike ...
i think it was arthur decko who once said, "bikes are cool."
i too, believe this to be self evident.
l8 n1te wu/\/d3r!ng
Thursday, September 14, 2006
0ne hundr3d & t3nthe veteran days of summer are falling short of my vintage expectations ...
the freeway feels slow, thick, sluggish, sad, and sanguinis as i push through it on my way to the edge of the world. the cool falls over my home and the night reclaims the day from the remainder of the year. old friends get stuipid while new friends get bored and all the while low brows point down tward center of the earth calling my name out loud as i listen in vain.
Monday, September 11, 2006
/\/\y /\/e\/\/ grrr1
Sunday, September 10, 2006
t|-|e e/\/d 0f su/\/\/\/\er
Friday, September 08, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
b|_ue /\/\u$ro0O0omsthe things that i have lost in the dark cluttered corners of my mind. things like algebra, shame, and the subtle nuance of the quadratic equation. the far tattered corners of summers past and the long conversations with the most temporary parts of my best times. along with the way she yelled at me and all the names of my most spectacular failures.
as for the the things i have not lost ... they still linger.
Saturday, September 02, 2006