Saturday, December 29, 2007

When does my CV resume?

If you would care to talk to me
during my static apogee
the words, because you sent ‘em,
would increase my momentum.

The lights that shine around and illuminate the room
contribute to my comfort, but my shadow splits in slices.
Likewise, my spirit isn’t whole for I spend time with different folks
and, snap! It parts. It parts in earnest due to what entices.

Looking For Something.. resumes January.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Land Coast!

Why, I'm off for the month of December, not from what I'm looking for (and hence this blog will still exist), but rather from the form of school and every other thing it brings.

C*******s is coming and I'm just not in the mood or in the care or in the season. That's not my fault, though, the ice storm is in Missouri for the second year in a row, with my grandparents, who need it less than I do. Of course, there are probably people my age in Missouri with grandparents in Indiana who are praising the Lord for the same phenomenon.

Forty-five minutes thirty-three seconds later, I'm no more musically talented, I'm just forty-five minutes thirty-three seconds later.

I'd be up for learning to dance, if you think you can teach me, and if you think we deserve each other, and if you think you're the right person.

Keep it up! Keep it up! Keep it up!

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Monday, December 3, 2007

So Whatcha Want..

WHY, LANGUAGE IS PERFECTLY ADEQUATE.

fire!

Yes I suppose it is all fine and dandy to read and discuss Frank O'Hara, but in that time couldn't I write something almost as worthwhile and thrice as present?

I WILL DIE
why wasn't multitasking drilled into my kindergarten friends and I? I will die

I DON'T KNOW
I DON'T CARE

Go home, son. You're not built for walls, you're not prepared for them or literature in classes or through glasses. Go be safe. No, I'm serious.