Monthly Archives: November 2011
won’t-> must refuse -> have to not going -> leaving the executive decision not to -> some days, the only reliable way out the door
There is something strange and voyeuristic about the Laundromat, yet also strangely comforting; a somewhat welcome return to a semi-stark reality in a life increasingly easily filtered through chosen images and words, sealed into individual units. But here, dirty laundry … Continue reading
Overslept (slightly). Decided to increase overall efficiency by packing work clothes to change into after running with friend, eliminating need to return home. Found shit on running shoes. Noted to self to definitely remember to bring other (non-shitty) shoes. Promptly … Continue reading
Sometimes it really blows.
I’m starting to feel like I’ve been through the deck so many times that I’d rather just throw all my cards down on the table face-up because I’m tired of trying to learn each set of rules. Never really one … Continue reading
Jagged edges of lines repeated in mind, culled from text or ether; lettersounds repeating. Bits of snippets of fragments of static until something breaks through the white noise; more often than not, nonsensical nonetheless. All mouthfeel and backbeat and tapping … Continue reading
Stepping on cracks doesn’t break backs, but common sense dictates that glass houses don’t take well to thrown stones. Enter at your own risk; knock on wood; there’s no turning back, but there are stars in the sky aplenty.