December 2009
18 posts
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you...”
– Ernest Hemingway
i am depressed.
I am depressed. The kind of depressed where you realized that your mother’s attempt at quitting smoking obviously hasn’t panned out, despite the death of her friend from a nicotine and alchol related heart attack. The kind of depressed where you’re still angry with her for changing the place where she hides the lighter. Depressed like that inner battle between medicated apathy and pure,...
make the close seem foreign and the foreign seem...
Oh, anthropology death. If only someone would stick a giant vacuum in my brain and suck all of it out. That seems like the only way I could ever convince anyone that I actually kinda know what I’m talking about. But here we are, dreading word counts and pulling mangled thoughts, beaten by the chaos in my brain, and forcing them into elegance on the page. What it really comes down to is I’ve...
The Beatles always could say it better than me:
“I’m so tired, I’m feeling so upset Although I’m so tired I’ll have another cigarette”
yo guys let's do this thing
Another one of those adderall nights where you slip and slide on the black ice that covers your campus. Snorting those little white lines with a rolled dollar bill can’t help but bring back memories of minor coke addiction and the back of andrea’s car. Oh high school, things seemed so much more bleak then. There’s an end to the madness here, if nothing else.
Oh, babies, we...
the fop thing works, ok?
Mangy keyboards with broken shift keys mak3 drawing these tedious thoughts out of your brain that much more impossible. At least I am safe from the biting wind outside in my glass, cafe box. Everything feels a little better in this neon colored hibernation, the Beirut humming in your ear not quite able to drown out the puerile screams of pizza eating toddlers.
It’s almost over, god. So...
“i think about how we could run away now that it’s christmas time.”
“There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger...”
– George Eliot (via quotewhore)
the best funeral I've heard described.
“Two separate memorial services were held for Henson, one in New York City at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine and one in London, England, at St. Paul’s Cathedral. As per Henson’s wishes, no one in attendance wore black, and a Dixieland jazz band finished the service by performing “When The Saints Go Marching In.” Harry Belafonte sang “Turn the World...
“Carol: We were gonna make a whole world like this. Now, everyone used to come...”
– Where the Wild Things Are
michigan seems like a dream to me now.
“Toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat” “We smoked the last one an hour ago” So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field “Kathy, I’m lost,” I said, though I knew she was sleeping I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike...
The other is attractive.
Wishy-washy “too lazy to get out of bed” Tuesdays breed farce ideals of martyrdom. Temptation of carpe diem becoming almost too much for this tunnel visioned lass, and lulling early bedtimes are too much to ignore. If only I could scream out the distractions. If only I could just watch It’s Always Sunny on Hulu with this shitty internet connection. If only tomorrow would never come and I could...
