September 2010
1 post
“Hot to touch, hot to fuck.”
August 2010
2 posts
“…and everyone turned up with war on their faces.”
“Sleep is only skin deep.”
July 2010
2 posts
“Old enough to know better, young enough to get away with it.”
“I need space and you need time,
This broken continuum can’t go on…”
May 2010
2 posts
“because i’m new and different, or maybe i’m exactly the same”
“These bright lights, they do nothing for my stage fright”
April 2010
7 posts
“Consider me your learning curve”
“Passion vs. Rationale: let’s go another round…”
“We remain to escape”
“I’d rather forget and not slow down, than gather regret for the things I...”
– Relient K - ‘Forget and not slow down’
“Awkward eyes, misfiring mouth”
“dontforasecondever”
(Just) words
Speak slow, speak dumb, speak no more.
March 2010
3 posts
Gone
It was her lips he remembered most. Not their quality or the words they spoke – though he had known both well – rather it was their colour he remembered: the deepest brightest red, not natural but painted. Was it even her lips that he could recall? Maybe not, maybe it was just the colour fixed in his thoughts. But then, no doubt a thousand other girls could have walked by in the same shade, and...
“My tongue is the Jack of Hearts, your lips; the Queen”
Built from binary
Your heart beat is a wave, I’ll wave it goodbye.
Rhythm that it beats, pumping out of time.
I imagine me as you, analogue alive.
But I’m built from binary,
And insincerity.
February 2010
6 posts
“I swim in pharmaceuticals, I swim in pharmaceuticals.
The medicine deactivates...”
– Motion City Soundtrack - “Delerium”
“There’s nothing in the light that isn’t there in the dark”
“I am wrecked. I am overblown.
I am also fed up with the fucking common cold”
– Motion City Soundtrack - “Attractive Today”
“Do you know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I go get and beat...”
– Jayne Cobb - Firefly
“You’d better open the door before I take a hammer to the walls around...”
– Motion City Soundtrack - “Better open the door”
[maybe] Manifesto
Senseless distractions Your spoken words are just a lie These interactions The desperate act of fleeting minds
Constant illuminations With no hope of preservation
-Funeral for a Friend, “Constant Illuminations”