dreams.pointless stories.dying birds

July32011

found this somewhere. Give it a think through the read.

April152011

Ticking

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

March72011

#nowplaying

February162011

“It’s been awhile! No. I am not posting anything now.”

February132011

The only piece of shit from my past.

January112011

365days

M : So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
W : Wow, and did your search pay off?
M : That's the hard part. I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

December12010

December.

“But why should you be interested in me?”
Good question. I can’t explain it myself right this moment. But maybe,just maybe,if we start getting together and talking, after a while something like Frank Sinatra’s soundtrack music will start playing in the background, and a whole slew of concrete reasons why I’m interested in you will line up out of nowhere. With luck, it might even snow for us.