Wednesday, April 29, 2009

My mother wants to paint the Tree of Life above my bed in the house my parents built.


Friends help.

La Fille Sur Le Pont






"I believe every promise I hear. I've never achieved anything. I've never been useful or precious to anyone, or happy, or even really unhappy. I guess you're unhappy when you lose something but I've never had anything except bad luck. "
-How do you see your future, Adele?
"I don't know. When I was little, all I wanted to do was grow up as fast as I could. But I can't see the point of it all. Not anymore. Getting older. I see my future like a waiting room in a big train station with benches and drafts. Outside, hordes of people run by without seeing me. They're all in a rush taking trains and taxis. They have somewhere to go, someone to meet, and I sit there, waiting."
-Waiting for what, Adele?
"For something to happen to me."
A brief vacation, then overwhelming amounts of work. It will be nice to breathe, drive, walk, and swim once again.



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Thursday, April 9, 2009

The town

and it's water main broke, the river that runs through downtown, encompassing both residential and business areas, rose to deathly heights. Schools erupted in cheers when we were released early. It was spring. We had fun.



Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I play Eurydice, bride of Orpheus, for the last time in a week.



There was a piece of chalk on the stage, by the narrating pocket.
And when I came back at the end of the show, the pocket was full of little sayings people had written from the show.. "Let me step out of my own heart." "He turned- farewell." "Let me die still loving and so, never die."
It was wonderful, but the thing was, if you stepped on it with a sock.. they rubbed away.

Monday, March 30, 2009

The assignment: Write a random paragraph about anything, using sentences 7 words or less. 100-150 words.



There was something about this mirror. She carried it everywhere. It was under one arm, barely safe. One would think a compact could suffice. “No, no,” she would plead. “My vanity does not get the best of me. I am humble.” Her pleas were earnest. They were not heard, though. She had a heavy mirror under arm. It was very true. It was covered in rust flakes. It looked unloved, a plain speculation. However, it went from couch to couch. She went from couch to couch. It would never smash, she often thought. Things that precious are not taken away. And that was very wrong.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I did not talk two years ago, my tongue was paralyzed. Thorough communication was only viable through means of the written word.
There is nothing erroneous with the sealed mouth life-style, yet
it is an ineffable phenomenon to freely open your mouth
and
cheer.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I've been studying not only the entirety of Mexican history,
and the history of my homeland.
It's a lot of information about solid ground.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

fake plastic trees

There's electric eels floating through the atmosphere!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Last sentence:

Boys will grow,
and grow more intelligent,
with their minds grasping at beauty, and become men.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Regardless of how utterly excited I am to see the Bush dynasty fall, I have no time to think about it. Hail the day I can be devoted to my studies, studies in something I perhaps would be interested in. I don't think I'll get much sleep tonight, if any. I really hate to end a wonderful, mentally productive weekend in this puddle of vomit.

"He was alone. He was unheeded, happy and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and willful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and seaharvest of shells and tangle of veiled grey sunlight and gayclad lightclad figures, of children and girls and voices childish and girlish in the air."
-Joyce

Friday, January 16, 2009

et c'est le fin du monde


I was born in an ocean, I've been cold ever since.
Have two weak eyes and crooked fingers.

Friday, January 2, 2009