[	feeling . . .	|	artistic	]
[	blasting . . .	|	imogen heap - hide and seek	]

god in new york city

the artist stops at saint patrick's
cathedral, pours his homeless heart
on cold canvass.

i stop there, too. february
wind devours the breathing tip
of my cigarette. ice gathers
at the corners

of my eyes. he does not notice,
but crushes light to liquid, pens
secret words on his page, becomes
lord of fire.

i soak up his pulse, longing for
the light, and all else he must know.
the dead ice melts.

[	feeling . . .	|	discontent	]
[	blasting . . .	|	alanis morissette - this grudge	]

i'll tell you something human, dear.
i'm a crooked streetlight
kissing the dead
man in the moon.

[	feeling . . .	|	exhausted	]
[	blasting . . .	|	dashboard confessional - don't blink	]

kill the handle.
drain the glass bottles.
numb all your problems.
take two tylenol and sleep through the morning.
hide behind a clique.
no one will see how sad you really are.
rail the lines.
stay up all night.
there won't be any dreams that reveal the day's mistakes.
lie to yourself.
and to everyone around you.
i'm fine.
i'm fine.

i'm waking up.

[	feeling . . .	|	amused	]
[	blasting . . .	|	cham f/ alicia keys - ghetto story chapter 2	]

Here's a high-ku for you...
duck tape sombrero
he puts out on the first date
sometimes wets the bed.

from who else but kaite curry

[	feeling . . .	|	scared	]
[	blasting . . .	|	the verve pipe - freshmen (acoustic)	]

i just went to see the descent with brigid and brandon. essentially... take a group of adventurous lesbians, throw them in a cave with gollum-like creatures on crack, and see what kinds of misfortune come to them. to such an extent that it permanently traumatizes the audience. and of course all the lights in my house were off when i got home. i'm not sleeping for a week, maybe two. that is all.

[	feeling . . .	|	restless	]
[	blasting . . .	|	alanis morissette - wunderkind	]

tuesday, august 22, 2006

depart: raleigh 11:10 am
arrive: atlanta 12:35 pm

depart: atlanta 1:22 pm
arrive: home 2:00 pm



eleven days. 
950,400 seconds.
i'm only sane by seconds.

[	feeling . . .	|	angry	]
[	blasting . . .	|	jump, little children - cathedrals	]

you never asked for the pedastal.
you must always remember that.

[	feeling . . .	|	crazy	]
[	blasting . . .	|	sky blue and black - jackson browne	]

the sea
swallows the red horizon
and i
am inescapably sad.

[	feeling . . .	|	crushed	]
[	blasting . . .	|	straylight run - now it's done	]

I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.

[	feeling . . .	|	empty	]
[	blasting . . .	|	faith hill - when the lights go down	]

i'm lucky to be alive.

that means nothing to me.