tyler's cover of "as we go up, we go down"

this one night

there was some rainbow kaleidoscope fog

pre-winter blues

nothing will come of anything. any shred of creativity i can materialize will be disregarded, misunderstood, or resented by someone. i'm tired of working so hard and having nothing to show. my progress gets eaten by the slice. i miss being poor. i don't have the energy for anything anymore. i weep because i'm tired and weary. i weep because my back hurts all the time. i weep because the ground doesn't push back hard enough when i tread on it. maybe when i'm dead...someone will find my blog and my flickr account in some dusty rubbermaid container in a storage facility and scan them into the mainframe or matrix or whatever. maybe when i'm dead i'll roll over in my grave for the last time and finally get some rest. but probably not.

question: why did first wives club just come on tv at my parents' house? question 2: why haven't i changed the channel?

i take your pictures. i make the world wait while i smoke cigarettes. i'll sew up the holes in your sweaters and in his socks. i will praise you. "i'm with them", you were mistaken when you thought you had to introduce yourself to me. i'm just an appendage. not even a muse. oh, the shadow in your background, tip toed tyrant pacing like a lost survivor on a ghost ship.

ya'll i was just thinkin....

yea, maybe people on the west coast get to watch the sun set over the ocean...but we get to watch it rise