| | Current Music: | braid - niagara | | Time: | 03:46 pm | | Current Mood: | okay |
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| in my window, god is a child sleeping in the blanket ocean, tearing up the wallpaper sky, he lifts his little hand
to raise the lightswitch sun | comments: Leave a comment  |
| choose a concrete and bad noise to burn fluid rubble becomes structure from the beauty of confusion
(el-p) | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | arcade fire - headlights look like diamonds | | Time: | 02:22 pm | | Current Mood: | melancholy |
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| the skinny fists are falling like black towers into red seas (find another way,downward, to heaven;
my soul is growing old) | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | belle and sebastian - asleep on a sunbeam | | Time: | 03:03 pm | | Current Mood: | tired |
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| when morning felt afterwards the wind passed through her hair could we divide silence, anyhow? melting the mind collage, newspapers everywhere, or twelve days of summer singing worry songs about worry spring i wondered who was listening;
(did we live enough to say we were alive? passing the tall midnihgt of our splendor or were we dying the whole time? cross out happy leaving, the fractions of a long goodbye, i wondered why)
and the wind passed through my hair | comments: Leave a comment  |
| i once met a man who wasnt afraid
his hair was truly a mess pointing up and left and north and right and at the sky and mother wasnt fond of him he talked about mind persuasion and his life, mountains to move and fighting with time he knew about Freud and the second coming of Christ and no one really listened to him
and one day he said, looking up from his book, "im building a ship with my mind and i will brave bloodthirsty waves as many days and nights as it will take to get to her. and i will say everything that i head meant to say."
and i felt sorry for him. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | the shins - young pilgrims | | Time: | 11:42 pm | | Current Mood: | pessimistic |
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| film winds through tiny veins in bloodshot eyes looks into the pupil screen and whispers to the person sitting next to him, "this is the worst part of the Masterpiece" god looks at his watch and back to the ground again (there is no time for the Revolution) | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | the arcade fire - wake up | | Time: | 02:56 pm | | Current Mood: | happy |
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| locked outside the gates of hell, among worry and doubt, it began to rain and for hours we sat with our faces in our hands
and He didnt come out of the sky when i looked up, god was on the street walking toward me
(He took His keys out and let us in) | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | ted leo - bridges squares | | Time: | 03:05 pm | | Current Mood: | okay |
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| "we lay on our backs, looking at the cieling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad." -Jack kerouac | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | mates of state - as night as now | | Time: | 02:43 pm | | Current Mood: | melancholy |
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| "during the 1960's i think people forgot what emotions were supposed to be and i dont think they've ever remembered"
(andywarhol) | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | wilco - forget the flowers | | Time: | 02:45 pm | | Current Mood: | pessimistic |
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| man with those crying eyes, please get out my house (with your HolySpirit) i have not memorized any prayers nor am i a saviour but i guess i'll have to call an ambulance; there is a lot of blood and angels and, i am afraid that life is trapped here(burning totheground) it is FiftySix degrees outside(& god is dead on my bathroom floor) | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | bright eyes - poison oak | | Time: | 03:06 pm | | Current Mood: | disappointed |
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| we were monuments built for destruction on love's little hands (try to write): "i have been dying my whole life" fearful of the resurrection, we moved across the sea of night (we existed once) [[[small rain made our footsteps scattered like light]]] one soul at a time through revolving death swim toward that winter day (everything's breaking, everything's broken and going away) // our vision became old trembling eyes on nervous words we wouldnt speak and summer came too soon(we existed once) we were white buttons on black coats we looked like dreams and wiped them off on autumn's sleeve smoke swirls within the clouds, rearrange sleeping underneath the heart tree;
and it is morning(life's little voice squeaks) "he should have killed himself last week" | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | bright eyes - landlocked blues | | Time: | 10:09 pm | | Current Mood: | lazy |
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| ...perhaps we are all one dying flower,
waiting for the rain to come | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | hayden - i almost cried | | Subject: | birds | | Time: | 12:16 am | | Current Mood: | lame |
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| i hope you love birds, too. it is economical. it saves going to heaven.
-Emilydickinson? | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | beulah - hey brother | | Time: | 02:30 pm | | Current Mood: | fucking retarded |
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| i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
-e.e. cummings | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | neutral milk hotel - in the aeroplane over the sea | | Subject: | something real. | | Time: | 02:52 pm | | Current Mood: | not bad |
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| so sunday was one month for lacey and i. yesterday was senior ditch day. it was lacey, stephanie, candace, natahsa, james and i (even though james and candace are sophomores) somehow fitting in that little car. we went to circus circus (very fear and loathing) for breakfast then to the childrens museum (this was the best part) then james left with his girlfriend and natasha went home and the rest of us saw coach carter which is not very good but very ghetto and very much reminded me of the very school i was ditching from. then, today i had to switch out of my creative writing class so i have modern literature now and lacey is in my class. (which is great news)
i hope everything is going well for everyone. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | air - venus | | Time: | 11:44 pm | | Current Mood: | sleepy |
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| it's autumn, it's trees, it's telephone wires and she sings some song I can't understand, some High Mass of Life.
she went on singing but I wanted to die I wanted yellow flowers like her golden hair I wanted yellow-singing and the sun.
this is true, and that is what makes it so strange I wanted to be opened and untangled, and tossed away.
-Charles Bukowski | comments: Leave a comment  |
| SpaceyLacey7 (4:18:27 PM): im glad we are mike and lacey
note her totally awesome 7th grade screen name. (: X287627373638392 | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | xiu xiu - bunny gamer | | Time: | 06:22 pm | | Current Mood: | hopeful |
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| when the world ends, there wont be anyone left to the tell the story of how it happened. there wont be anyone here to listen. we have to write it while its happening. we have to listen while we are dying. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
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