1. Laying in bed
snuggled in his arm socket
wide awake
he asleep
Music is softly playing while candles flicker, making dramatic shadows on the wall
2. Cut to a meeting
3. Moving
4. Planted paperwork
5. Jump cuts to scenes in Tahiti
inspired by Typee
cannibalism and all
6. Speech from the second morning
his wife
his kid
his utter vulnerability
7. Bathing
8. Walking
9. Ellipses
10. Make them love him
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Disappointments and Other Earthly Distractions
They wouldn't understand.
Everything has already
Without me.
What do you do with the closeness of fresh death?
The fresh death of closeness?
Revelations upon revelations
Unrequited love of mankind
We don't have it
We never did
Do I know what happens?
Nope. Never.
Well maybe a memory before death
Before love, when nothing was a memory yet
Everything has already
Without me.
What do you do with the closeness of fresh death?
The fresh death of closeness?
Revelations upon revelations
Unrequited love of mankind
We don't have it
We never did
Do I know what happens?
Nope. Never.
Well maybe a memory before death
Before love, when nothing was a memory yet
Family Photos
"These are my Kids."
[Taken aback. Laughs] "You've been busy. You've been really busy."
[Taken aback. Laughs] "You've been busy. You've been really busy."
Transient Sex Offenders
Rolling into Los Angeles at dusk. Hotel dishes clinking in kitchen next to the room. People fucking in the parking lot selling their souls to the night. Feeling the electricity of Venice Beach with a friend on my arm and booze in my heart.
Rejection and defeat.
Fighting tension. Trying on something new and brave. Wholly connected to our disintegrating Baltimore family.
Late nights in the old style. Hoping beyond hope that we're building a future. Lying to ourselves and feeling braver with every lie.
Rejection and defeat.
Fighting tension. Trying on something new and brave. Wholly connected to our disintegrating Baltimore family.
Late nights in the old style. Hoping beyond hope that we're building a future. Lying to ourselves and feeling braver with every lie.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Good Enough For a Shitting Englishman
A strange apathy oozes down the walls of our love nest—too familiar to penetrate. To generate interest. Compassion without intrigue feels like settling down.
You will hate me when you see the flirtatious batting of lids and flipping of tresses. They are not directed at your inquiring gestures.
And I know the secret (the key if you will) to opening the Pandora's box of his smothered sexual fantasies--
Strip-tease, tickle, drip, squeeze, lickleslap, grab, thrust, grunt, and dickle.
You will hate me when you see the flirtatious batting of lids and flipping of tresses. They are not directed at your inquiring gestures.
And I know the secret (the key if you will) to opening the Pandora's box of his smothered sexual fantasies--
Strip-tease, tickle, drip, squeeze, lickleslap, grab, thrust, grunt, and dickle.
Maturity is Looking at Consensual Vaginas
The Secret Confessions of Mad Bess Flint
Premeditated frenzy
Melon baller
Nerd. Dork. Fuck.
Use that humper
Diaphonous piccadillos
I would have regretted putting my life on hold for someone not as committed.
There are still things I wonder about him now.
It's a man's job to love you intently, but it's a woman's job to love you genuinely.
we're already alright
Convinced that I don't deserve the time of day.
I never let jealousy affect my feelings with us—only when you tried your damndest to get a rise outta me.
A question, unasked, but hanging in the air turning the mood stale. Too few smiles.
86 the chump stuff
Unique friends with advice
Being persuaded by a simple "Fuck me."
It being an actual possibility never occurred to me during the lost interval.
The lure of every addiction, which is losing yourself to time.
Do you act out of principle? Or do you devise self-justifying reasons for your bad behaviour?
Maybe love shouldn't be such hard work
Change is always personal and singular
Premeditated frenzy
Melon baller
Nerd. Dork. Fuck.
Use that humper
Diaphonous piccadillos
I would have regretted putting my life on hold for someone not as committed.
There are still things I wonder about him now.
It's a man's job to love you intently, but it's a woman's job to love you genuinely.
we're already alright
Convinced that I don't deserve the time of day.
I never let jealousy affect my feelings with us—only when you tried your damndest to get a rise outta me.
A question, unasked, but hanging in the air turning the mood stale. Too few smiles.
86 the chump stuff
Unique friends with advice
Being persuaded by a simple "Fuck me."
It being an actual possibility never occurred to me during the lost interval.
The lure of every addiction, which is losing yourself to time.
Do you act out of principle? Or do you devise self-justifying reasons for your bad behaviour?
Maybe love shouldn't be such hard work
Change is always personal and singular
I wanna be your toy – a child's plaything
Past few days of inspiration.
The sky blusters over with the grey of a stormy suburban landscape. Midafternoon showers cloud any clear motivation I might have had. I spend the hours after lunch repeating inspirational phrases to myself.
"I will be a productive and useful individual..."
I sit on the toilet, a beautifully small watercloset cluttered with the bath objects of a young social butterfly. An array of pink liquids and creams.
I empty one of the bottles into the toilet and, after a quick courtesy flush, return to my roosting position.
The sky blusters over with the grey of a stormy suburban landscape. Midafternoon showers cloud any clear motivation I might have had. I spend the hours after lunch repeating inspirational phrases to myself.
"I will be a productive and useful individual..."
I sit on the toilet, a beautifully small watercloset cluttered with the bath objects of a young social butterfly. An array of pink liquids and creams.
I empty one of the bottles into the toilet and, after a quick courtesy flush, return to my roosting position.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
You managed to scare yourself shitless over this.
You were happy just two days ago, in fact, ecstatic. If he's drinking again, you know he's in the same boat. A needle in the hay. He had a girl once. An ex. But he couldn't remember her [initials/initiall].
Chicago is about restaurants and hipsters. At least it will be.
Like most two-day trips out of town to your neighbor's backyard.
Finding out what stars do when you're not worried about mortality and the love of a lost soul. It all seems about as important as learning where that cap from my pen just went. Worth the effort, only because of a borne-in instinct. Drilled in with the finger of the oppressed.
Tell them with your pretty new thighs that you always knew what a great person they were. If only they had been able to look past the tall foolish blondes.
I'm tired. Drained of all defenses.
All I have is the love of a combatant tyrant who carries out his innocuous frustrations in the backseat of his later life.
To live in the moment you would have to find pleasure in the damnedest of situations. I don't know if I'm ready to live up to such a unique privilege. I left all these thoughts behind, only a couple float around in my renewed jealous and mostly dependent psyche.
A jealousy borne of the insecurities of unrequited love and the desire for "that which you cannot have."
Is that what is meant by the "escargo of love." Well...I've never heard of that either. On cold days, you can hear such things being whispered in the doorways of old street-facing cellars. The FRENCH have a word for this, probably.
Feel free to use whatever you want to use. You can't take comfort in the things you possess anyway, which is why you often slink into the room feeling quite empty-handed.
Have you ever considered the trenches in your face? Deep beneath your skin and rooted in your characteristic gestures? Well, I have. And it's ugly.
Often imagining the deep voice of a lonely spinster, I repeat its timbre. The loneliness shoots up and down my throat in a series of threateningly-ill vibrations. Finding a slightly enamored crowd waiting on my arm.
I keep thinking. Think a relationship alive which never should have existed. Only it does because of a warm desperation. The kind that lets you believe whatever you want for as long as you want.
Chicago is about restaurants and hipsters. At least it will be.
Like most two-day trips out of town to your neighbor's backyard.
Finding out what stars do when you're not worried about mortality and the love of a lost soul. It all seems about as important as learning where that cap from my pen just went. Worth the effort, only because of a borne-in instinct. Drilled in with the finger of the oppressed.
Tell them with your pretty new thighs that you always knew what a great person they were. If only they had been able to look past the tall foolish blondes.
I'm tired. Drained of all defenses.
All I have is the love of a combatant tyrant who carries out his innocuous frustrations in the backseat of his later life.
To live in the moment you would have to find pleasure in the damnedest of situations. I don't know if I'm ready to live up to such a unique privilege. I left all these thoughts behind, only a couple float around in my renewed jealous and mostly dependent psyche.
A jealousy borne of the insecurities of unrequited love and the desire for "that which you cannot have."
Is that what is meant by the "escargo of love." Well...I've never heard of that either. On cold days, you can hear such things being whispered in the doorways of old street-facing cellars. The FRENCH have a word for this, probably.
Feel free to use whatever you want to use. You can't take comfort in the things you possess anyway, which is why you often slink into the room feeling quite empty-handed.
Have you ever considered the trenches in your face? Deep beneath your skin and rooted in your characteristic gestures? Well, I have. And it's ugly.
Often imagining the deep voice of a lonely spinster, I repeat its timbre. The loneliness shoots up and down my throat in a series of threateningly-ill vibrations. Finding a slightly enamored crowd waiting on my arm.
I keep thinking. Think a relationship alive which never should have existed. Only it does because of a warm desperation. The kind that lets you believe whatever you want for as long as you want.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Men + Fucking Women
no woman wants to hear about another woman's beauty
we get defensive reflexively
whether acting or otherwise
overt male sexuality, when blanketed generally is offensive to all women
a woman wants the singular attention of a man, anything else is not tolerated
we get defensive reflexively
whether acting or otherwise
overt male sexuality, when blanketed generally is offensive to all women
a woman wants the singular attention of a man, anything else is not tolerated
Friday, May 6, 2011
Riding on Their Success
"Oddly, Howe seems to have had no interest in the man who led the army aligned against him. In all that he and others of the British command wrote at the time, officially and privately, George Washington was rarely ever mentioned except in passing. There was no apparent consideration of what manner of man he was, what his state of mind, his strengths and weaknesses, might be. Or what he might be up to, given the working of his mind. Perhaps this was indifference, perhaps the measure of an overreaching sense of superiority.
Washington, by contrast was constantly trying to fathom Howe's intentions, his next move.
Strange it was that the British commander-in-chief, known for his chronic gambling, seemed to give no thought to how his American opponent might play his hand."
Washington, by contrast was constantly trying to fathom Howe's intentions, his next move.
Strange it was that the British commander-in-chief, known for his chronic gambling, seemed to give no thought to how his American opponent might play his hand."
Friday, April 8, 2011
Blahgrgh
Alfred E. Newman
anti-Proustian reverences
brimstone
Caligula = Bush
Nero = Cheney
a wolf by the ears
soft tender intent
embrace
wiggle
shared joy admire
anti-Proustian reverences
brimstone
Caligula = Bush
Nero = Cheney
a wolf by the ears
soft tender intent
embrace
wiggle
shared joy admire
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sequence 2, #4: Coca-cola
Podcast subject (Talking about the ubiquity of the brand), Truck Driving on the Highway
Sequence 2, #3: Stabbing My Leg With a Cactus
Bad excuse, explanation from new Taiji classmate, (24 hour period)
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Design Crap
thinking with type
Paul Shaw
Communicate - Nick Bell
NY ADC
Infiltrate - Alexander Gelman
The Design Philadelphia Festival 1-17
Thinking of You - Sam Brown
Consumer's Guide to Times Square Advertising
Christine Hill
Steven Heller
Chris Ware
Daniel Raeburn
Paul Shaw
Communicate - Nick Bell
NY ADC
Infiltrate - Alexander Gelman
The Design Philadelphia Festival 1-17
Thinking of You - Sam Brown
Consumer's Guide to Times Square Advertising
Christine Hill
Steven Heller
Chris Ware
Daniel Raeburn
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Cure for the Common Fuck-up
You don't have to belch up every half-baked, insecure, piece of bullshit of which you can think. You can be a better man. Give yourself a smooth nickname, and in your head say, "'Nickname' play it cool."
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Reflect, Mirror, Re-felch
I think that most women see their hair as an extension of themselves. But ever since I shaved my head and let the hair grow back, it has felt like a wig.
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