May 2009
1 post
April 2009
3 posts
words meant for screaming
Words Meant For Screaming This is meant to be screamed, Just so you know. Speeding through rain drenched cities at night, Recklessly straining your throat as you bleed inside. This isn’t meant to be silent. This isn’t meant to be easy. These words should scrape their way out of your chest And out of your mouth into the saturated sky. This is about everything. Every slithering putrid...
what did you say?
Famous people can get away with saying something simple that we all think and it become a quote which we brandish about as if it means something unique.
Thus, my words just aren’t as special until I’m famous.
the road ends where we want it to
Disillusionment has it’s tendrils about us.
A stretch of road, honey colored fields on both sides
Is what this mass of organs needs.
Some romantic epic set on the paved arteries,
Some semblance of sun, a wisp of wind,
The blinking of distant stars lighting up the night,
No stale rooms, no wooden floors to creak upon.
No familiarity or monotony to poison the mind.
Just a lush world of...
March 2009
7 posts
forgive the sentimentalities
I don’t really sleep much these nights. Not what most would call sleep at least. Something has consumed my psyche and manifests itself even in my dreams. It’s not necessarily a bad thing; in fact, it is probably one of the best things in my life right now. But I analyze so much. I create so many false situations in my mind.
I have to learn to relax. The traces of my early teenage...
Bluish by Animal Collective
I can begin to...
The Saddest Bear of All →
February 2009
8 posts
Anti-Flirt Club
The Anti-Flirt Club was a club in the 1920s established by women who were tired of men flirting with them. The club had rules to guide its members by:
Don’t flirt: those who flirt in haste oft repent in leisure.
Don’t accept rides from flirting motorists - they don’t invite you in to save you a walk.
Don’t use your eyes for ogling - they were made for worthier purposes.
...
My little . . . →
Ever wanted to see a My Little Pony version of Edward Scissorhands?
I didn’t know I did.
Fast Food, Their Way →
This video makes me long for cooking tools in this apartment.
a bathroom is indeed an adequate forum for...
Not Your Microphone
I’m not your microphone.
I’m not a journal for you to write in.
I won’t just stand by and watch you,
Erasing the same mistakes from your pencil,
Writing them over and over again.
Stop speaking in me
Stop writing on me
Stop erasing your smudges
If you’re just going to make the same mistakes.
And if I’m your microphone,
Your journal or your ear to hear,
Be truthful for...
the writing on the (bathroom) walls
So I was utilizing the facilities in the library tonight and had a sudden burst of creativity. No, that is not what I call defecation. Anyway, I realized what I want to do with this tumblr.
I want to start a collection of photographs of art and conversations on bathroom stall walls that I discover. It’s a unique art form. It’s almost always anonymous, vulgar, and somewhat humorous in...
January 2009
6 posts
New Phone, Old Numbers
Sometimes I feel a little overwhelmed by everything.
This is the perfect rainy day to curl up, sip on some hot tea or coffee, and read, though.
Obsessions
I realized today that there are a lot of random things in life that I occupy my thoughts with. I then started to take note of all the obsessions and interests I have that are either unhealthy or just plain stupid. Here we go, cats.
1. Taylor Swift. I think she is the cutest girl ever. I have her first album and know the words to too many of her songs. And I know some of her songs on guitar....
December 2008
3 posts
To Arkansas!
So Win told me last night that we are going to hang out with his dad in Arkansas today (Dec 27). Kinda short notice, eh? I was planning on going with him anyway, but I wasn’t ready for it to be so soon after Christmas. I also stayed up ‘til 5:30 last night talking with Farmer, Win, and Kelly. At least I can sleep in the car.
The downside to all of this is that I’m going to miss...
Up yours, UPS
This is the second time I have missed UPS delivering a package to my apartment. Apparently since it was overnight shipping, I have to sign at the door. Well, since I sleep in until like noon, I keep missing them coming by. Anyway, part of what I ordered is my brother’s Christmas present, so that’s a real bummer. The other half is this peacoat, since I like peas.
It's Christmas
I’m ready for next semester to start. And this weather isn’t very festive: 61, cloudy, and humid. Thank you, Mississippi.
I started this to push myself to write more often. I write enough for my classes, but that is academic writing, and I don’t usually enjoy doing it. So, this is an attempt to get my writing juices flowing again. Lately I just write poems and random thoughts...