December 2008
today.
Im going to Asia
:D and I’m more excited than nervous.
“Yellow streetlight glow seeped through the curtains, a perfect crecent shadow...”
– Craig Clevenger- The Contortionists Handbook
two days.
Jennifer Benson: Bree Ridley: Jenelle Orso: Arielle Madden: Natalie Schwan: Amy Lauricello: Katy Argo: Brian Johnson: Jonathan Lewis: Noah Lathrop: Erik Wong: Houston Friend: James Crowell: Dylan Wright: Freddie Paull: Spencer Piron
Thanks all. for being my cloest friends. For being my sisters, brothers, lovers, and playmates.
““Oh my thoughts I
Return to summertime
When I kissed your ankle
I...”
– Sister Winter (the best sufjan christmas song)- Sufjan Stevens
A Sufjan kind of Christmas →
restorting to drugs is dangerous
and fucks up your brain chemistry.
I’m out. You got me. I’ve gotten everything I could possibly get from it. Theory and idealism. But not this path is becoming too narrow, and I do have the choice to begin a new trail. People usually dont think thats feasible. There is nothing good, gloryfiying, satisfying from these things anymore. Only unworthiness and a lust for the world. A lust I...
I look to my left and right and wonder what to say, thats truthful, thats insightful. My fingers pounding on my sticky keyboard. Yet there is nothing.
But I suppose thats whats wrong with me these days. Thats its always nothing.
“I promise to my wife and children
I’ll never take another drink as long...”
– We Used To Vacation- Cold War Kids.
Im a sucker for the song Home.
Really and truly. Things are tough. This semester has been tough. Being an adult is tough.
Without going into too much depth, my girls moved to college, away, far away. My boys are dead beats. Drug speak. Mindless, circular blabber. Mediocre lifestyles.
My friend that decided to go to the same college as for me, just for me, is no longer a close friend, only because of different roads and paths...
I crouch like a crow Contrasting the snow For the agony, I’d rather know
Bon Iver →
I went to the field to weep a thousand tears
on what once produced youthful bliss
The bones of my ancestors are screaming in rage.
Human existence, earthly existence, is just a mere cycle. we fall and collapse. we fall and collapse. We improve ourselves to only digress. Everyone is freaking out about the recession, but little do they know, that the collapse is what is needed.
FUCK POSTMODERNISM
and
FUCK THE INDUSTRIALIZED AMERICA.
him: see, this could be fun.
her: what?
him: us.
What I've been listening to lately. →
and to not feel alarmed for once of that beatingm terrifying spectrum of blood that damages coarsely through my stream of life.
shes warm;; the skies on fire
farewell my tumblr.
too many people I dont know are “following” me
and I dont know how they got this, but it frightens me that they’re peaking in on my life.
its been nice.
cats out of the bag.
now, everyone knows. And I feel relieved in some ways. Appraised in others. Disapproved in many.
But herb, you’re still my close friend.
28 days.