Monthly Archives: November 2013

O the domesticity of these windows, the baby lace, the green-leaved confectionery, The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz. And the black phones on hooks Glittering Glittering and digesting Voicelessness. The snow has no voice. Last night, I broke … Continue reading →

It’s easy to appreciate the snowy opulence of Muskegon in the winter time when I don’t have to live here anymore. Found object on my parents coffee table: People magazine’s sexiest man alive! 2013 in which my dad had altered … Continue reading →

Dreams that I’ve had lately: 1. A man that resembles Anton Lavey stands before me holding a canary yellow bowl. He tells me that I must eat the shards of glass in the bowl. I tell him that I will … Continue reading →

The first big early morning snow makes everything feel a little less finite and like everything in the world is made of skeletal crystal. invierno

This song just magically helped me develop the thesis and skeleton for my final literary modernism paper, which I have been despairing over for days. The Holy Mountain has solved a lot of my problems in the past. I don’t … Continue reading →

Skipped class to write a paper. Listened to records and manicure instead.