March 2011
35 posts
OMG
I’m all caught up on Questionable Content, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO.
I read your face from top to bottom, a page full of pleasant surprise. Towards the top of the page, your eyes, unfinished elipses behind which hide all of your thoughts, and all of your secrets. I will watch them carefully and wait for clues. Further down and towards the center, your nose, an apostrophe I wish to kiss everytime you pause to breathe before finishing the phrase. And towards the...
“Je suis désolé, je ne parle pas du français. (Je suis Américain.)”
This is what I say altogether too often. I know I haven’t been here a whole day yet, but I do hope to learn French swiftly.
I like people-watching. Everyone likes people-watching. I enjoy it because I enjoy not knowing the person in which I am so interested. I am generally forward enough to be the first to say hello, but sometimes I don’t want these strangers to speak. Don’t speak, pretty chick at this cafe. You’ll ruin your perfection in my mind, a perfection I got into my head based solely on the...
I now have Spiderman headpones, which may or may not be even snazzier than my Spiderman watch. Spiderman isn’t even my favorite comic book character (far from it) but these two pieces of Spiderman paraphernalia are still among the coolest things I own.
Every so often I realize how small I am. I’m sitting down, my back against a metal fence that lines the backstop of the baseball diamond in this park, my feet flat against the grass and my knees drawn close to my chest. My legs suddenly seem so short. My shoulders do not seem that broad. My hands are only big enough to grasp so much. Every so often I realize how small I am. I spend so much...
Another excerpt from "Skin 2", by Shane Kovczan
and this just in I am done with those who in life would have made me fight an army of imperfections a battalion of flaws tonight we’re going to keep this city up when they hear our bodies slap together like applause.
Excerpt from "Skin 2", by Shane Kovczan
and you’re the charlie chaplin of your beautifuls
because you make me believe it
when you say it all without saying a word
T-13 Days.
Wait, I’m leaving soon, what?
“There is clearly no point in spinning our phantasy any further, for it leads to things that are unimaginable and even absurd.”
Wait. Isn’t this the best reason to spin fantasies further?
I don’t sleep much anymore, so the slumber that marks the end of a day is no longer in place. Or, I sleep, but I don’t dream. The weeks have bled together, individual pigments of paint that, when mixed, render an unknown and unknowable color.
“What color is that?” you could politely ask.
“Hell if I know,” I would answer, smiling, trying to mask the fact...
Sometimes.
Sometimes
I feel as though I’m floating somewhere very close to four and a half inches off the floor, even when I’m walking and my heels cover so much ground that they become sore.
Sometimes
I feel as though I’m watching my life play out, projected onto a movie screen. Or watching a performance, a play from the balcony seats. Far too far away to tell the actress...
Class Notes
Some of the more golden lines scrawled across pages in my notebook:
The ghost in the black box. Black box = brain. Ghost = mind.
To Do List: Class, Home, Gym?, Dinner, Gym?, Bro Out, Belmont?
ILLUSIONS
“It’s complicated.”
PWN.
Bitches love balls.
It’s ‘cause we’re not yet enlightened, fool. The Enlightened: The Few. The Proud.
Need v. Desire
Self =...
Think of the hardest thing you’ve ever done,
the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.
Disregarding its actual significance,
it feels like your survival, your existence depends on this moment alone.
I accidentally dive in, fall in, headfirst. My blood chills as panic seeps across my skin. The world is suddenly hushed, a silence pressing into my ears and muffling all the voices and...
Alternate means
I thought I was clever
To promptly log out
Of Facebook and GMail
Thus leaving no doubt
That my Internet business
Stay safe and secure—
But hark, I mistook,
So you jacked my tumblr.
I absolutely love getting my hair cut. Recently, however, I’ve sworn off from doing so. Upon request, of course. Mom envisions long hair under the mortarboard for graduation. Something about being ladylike. And you know what, I want to give things to my mom. I would give almost everything to her, and give up almost everything for her. So. Okay, okay. I’ll grow out my goddamn hair, Ma.
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