- I want you at my deathbed confession. #
- The god of 1008 faces, tied to your bedroom wall with red licorice laces, scratching out my sins with with anxious nails, forgiveness fails. #
- Take courage, young souls, not from your gods, your fathers, or heroes. Take courage from the marrow of fear, from inside, know it, and win #
- Happy Boxing Day comrades! #
- You can't see me when I've put the universe in my chest. #
- Impatient Supernova #
- One drop of rain, falling in the desert sky, I will not touch the ground. #
- On my way back to Venice. They won't let me take my parachute as a carryon bag. It's ok, I have my flying squirrel wings sewed on my jacket. #
- "All that I was looking for was somebody who looked like you" #
Weekly Ramblings
Weekly Ramblings
- Poisoning arrows with the sweat off your skin, we'll take full advantage of our late night sin #
- We don't know where it all went wrong, we keep peering out waiting for the dawn #
- "Baby when you walk you shake just like a willow tree" #
- Daggers for feathers, wings spread wide, they might glimmer in the sun, but they can't cross this divide. #
- Delightful curses, heavy blessings, you once knew, but now you're guessing. #
- it's not because you sold your soul, it's because of how little you got for it. #
- Who is the god and who is the mortal? #
- Too much red wine and your lips were too close. #
- A billion suns out tonight. Space pollen. #
- Bringing coal to Newcastle. #
Weekly Ramblings
- I need something to do. I keep getting myself into trouble. #
- Ha! They're not ghosts, I am. It's making more sense now. #
- The house is on fire, but she's so calm, twirling her hair in her fingers, it reminds her of prom. #
- mind experiments, memory tsunami, hard to breathe, clear out your past, clean up your soul, make contact. Soon. Now. It's still you and me. #
- A pretty girl with freckles laughing in the sunshine can cure any bad mood. #
- Taking the long way home. The moon has this little town lit up like daytime. #
- I eat Patak's curry sauce straight from the jar. #
- The Cure "Secrets" will be accompanying me for sunset today. And my black jelly bracelets. #
- She was a sweet reminder that I could be adored. #
- It's a blind date with planet Earth. Have some breath mints. #
- It's not a suicide note, just a notice to the postman of a serious change of address. #
- I heard their voices and I leapt. Heard their echoes in the chasm and thundering across the sky. I haven't landed. Falling or soaring? #
- One small bit, less than an atom, controls all of this, and we stamp our feet and curse a prayer for bliss. #
- These are my perfect metaphors I can't explain. #
- It's not important, but it does mean something. #
- I'm just a lie that you sometimes told, that I scratched in stone, afraid to be true, and afraid to be unknown. #
- I don't know how it happened, AND, I have the extra advantage in that I also don't care. #
