December 2011
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Music matters. It’s so integral and pervasive in our culture that it almost feels invisible. It’s even hard to imagine walking into almost any store without hearing music overhead. Culture provides a constant soundtrack to our lives. So it’s no wonder there’s so much discussion and debate…
October 2011
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One more time…
September 2011
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live Zombie acoustic
December 2010
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May 2010
1 post
beautiful…
April 2010
1 post
So Long, Lonesome Some explosions in the sky
March 2010
2 posts
You are Smart
sweet Japanese song.
December 2009
5 posts
you came here… you deserve this emo song
its silly once I think about it.. more
Its rainy and I miss my kids i miss having a family, its true. But it illumninates other things too. Like now when my 9 year old son is asking me over and over for things while I am cooking I just let the anoyance wash over me like a warm breeze and just have to hug him breath in his curly hair and I am so glad I have that; that he lets me hug him. When my little girl writes on my journals or...
“Lately I seem to see my life, sometimes, like a performance art piece and I...”
– This is part of a letter I never sent
no this is aching
shining down on her, bathing the bed she is in the damp wrinkled sheets the arm not mine around her slowly moving with her sleeping breath. Moon is making me crazy. I am walking in my neighborhood. I am a cat or a fox or just some creepy guy in the dark tonight. gravel and the damp air the sound of trains and dogs.. looming clock towers and just up the street is the haunted house where I am...
March 2009
3 posts
I love this song so much
Frightened Rabbit - keep...
Remember
Shhhh breath Remember being held your mouth slightly open my lips on your ear. Remember you loved that. The mountains of cruel intentions looming against you is far in the distance. Remember you have traveled far from that fissured dangerous place You are with me in this rockwalled and turtle strewn place. I hold you in my breath as you meander along the lizard squiggled paths while you watch...
This is my over and over song for the next while....
February 2009
14 posts
Angry poem
Angry poem
I have nothing to say other than goodbye. I have a hard time when I am jerked about by my heart strings. I fucking hate it. I hate to go from planning a trip out of town together in the future a month from now discussing hotel rooms - to we don’t need to be together all within 5 hours. Its because she is lost. I am not a gps for her soul. I am sitting here holding my heart in my...
The Avett Brothers
The ballad of Love and Hate
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deleteing contacts
I delete her contacts regularly. so I dont see her name or wonder if she calls or emails. She tells me there are strange coincidences when I do. I leave it to her to make the next move. I made mine already moved her into my heart on the comfy chair red with the little white doiley so she can spill her coffee or tea or coke or whatever in the hell she is drinking its next to the tv she has...
I see a tree in your yard
You have a tree in your yard. I see, Tall and long remembered the kind of climbing tree that feeted kids straight to the freakin moon. I know you could touch a cloud bottom up there get your finger wet and cold. You have a tree full of furry squirrels. I hear they are the kind that chitter and run out in frot of your car to commit some rodent dare then chew nightly at the electrical wires...
kind of sensed connectedness or...
The avett bros Oh god i love the way he wavers ...
for my Angelina
Like a bad monkey playing with firecrackers. lighter flicking burning teleo-affectiveness I feel you like a warm sadness.
I watch you in your sisters as they break free of me as they wander back and forth across the endelss relm of growing up.
But when its cold and I can see that its going to get warm and then stay warm and then be hot again Im thinking of you resting cool beneath the sandy...
tattered remnants
Of what matters to the remnant tattered obsolescence next to clear glass, cool water I am a rusted tin can, river-full of sandy rocks and bits of past She Is a Milk bottle alone in the fridge a the beach house on the first week of May Long ago I like to imagine I was opened by a mom. the baked beans eaten and the can thrown in the river by a bad little boy to rest on rocky shoals to oxidize in...
The Wieght of Lies by the avett bros. look for it...
Bone speckled bear pricked
Bone speckled bear pricked newness the oft spoken in the heart back in the smallest room box the closed in market place of chosen Dont Cave Bear fear me open book in aching distance of childhood learnings about the dismal fear and failure of botched parenting and feelings meant for troubadours and tambourine men The Cave bear itching the walking past the frozen warmth of glacier time and...
I am sorry about your father.
I am sorry about your father. I assume because you are so nice that he must have been a great person. I wrote you a small poem. It may not fit at all but I thought you may want it. Dads, when they are broken Are hard to find. They hide behind bed boards and bathroom doors. Counting lost socks. Wishing away tears they can only mumble about shaving one last time. They can wistfully look for...
July 2008
7 posts
Giraffess →
Good article on the geriaffes
A good wall
I sought the rightousness in youThe golden centerthe unmovable portionfor there I could swim to deeper depthsdog paddleing through the treachors of my soulyou help me sort the dream from the seat in the kitchenfrom the radiator of love and self to SamsoniteYou are one of the five pillars of me-slamOne of the spindly legs of my moonlander as I look for a place to set down - from way out with the...
emo poem of the week
She was very much alive this time last year She was blond and alive, she had ideas plans and pictures tonight they are all lain aside spilled out like a pencil box in various directions Left to you and I to pick up lay straight and sigh Who are we when we reach when we sit next or dial a phone waiting for her to pick up and say “hello” “What’s next”...
The Law of Unintended Virtue
Today a woman I worked with died. so I wanted to write about it. but at first I wrote about myself… because I am so self centered. The law of unintended virtue. If by fear or lack of self respect we are humble, lacking, stopping to smell the roses or stare fleetingly at rare birds or watch something unfold we see a lost distance, a measure of completeness. the fear becoming grief and...
some interesting jewlery →
Sako the Hamster Girl
Dear Ms. Kojima
I thank you for your reply. It is the most beautiful email I have ever received. I was being snarky I was trying to be subtly cruel. I wanted you to suffer for some reason. But the more I wrote the more I saw the beauty of your art. I am telling you I was moved, moved passed passion to forgiveness even this far away.
I was repaid with beauty. I am at a loss I will...
FW: Sako Kojima
June 2008
3 posts
Troll stuff
sorry for being such an insensitive person. I hope that eventually the pain gets more bearable. I lost a daughter myself believe it or not. A stillborn baby really she was perfect in every way except she was dead. She looked just like one of those zombies from a movie her skin all peeling her lips bright red. her limbs floppy but when they bundled her up she looked like her big sister - only...
I just want to apologize
To everyone I have offended over the years. I am a real troll
What happens when you dont know what to do?
May 2008
1 post
April 2008
7 posts
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Captured by tenuous relationships
I was overcome with emotion the other night. Actually it was a Monday night. I had been manic creative and somewhat funny all day. I also ate cheese fries. I lost it. I was in a meeting. One of those special meetings for people whose lives have desintigrated in some fashion fallen into a form of unmanageably that forces intimacy. I sat in a chair with armrests smooth old wood gentle curves but...
Dying bird
dying birds are so poignent so lasting. I saw a bird that had been hit today while I was on the road for work. I tried to run over it to finish it off to put it out of its misery to end my pain but I missed. I saw it continue to try to get off the concrete with the rushing loud things but it just fluttered in the wash of vehicles and the last of its own life
Ipod is making a noise →
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You need to have your kittens removed.
Last night I went to the local coffee shop. Actually I have been going to that coffee shop for ten anos which is about 100 ans in twenty-something years. anyway I wanted to write on my laptop. I cannot at home because I have no fucking privacy. So I went and talked to the old guy 36 who was barristoing. He gave me a lot because we were so fucking old I guiess anyway there I was eying this 20...
On tracking listlesness
I was thinking about recovery, about how you go from one screwed up way of thinking to a better way. I mean most of the things I do to make myself feel better I would rather not do. Really, who wants to spend hours obsessing or drinking way to much or eating two boxes of ice cream and while watching Sex in the City in a perfect world all that would be ok but this is not Perfect land. We are not...
March 2008
13 posts
I have lots to things to say
Technorati Profile I am just to hungry to type right now..
Erstwhile I am sorry
Somethimes I feels sorrah about stuph. I makes a meat sanwhich out of vetanarian supplys…