Monthly Archives: November 2013

The best camouflage is always sincere Dos Passos, you have my attention. For a while if you want it.

Sky and sea are opal gray. Martin is stretched on the deck in the big bow of the boat with an unopened book beside him. He has never been so happy in his life. The future is nothing to him, … Continue reading →

Bundled up and walked downtown to hop on the 50 this morning. Everything seemed to be covered in mold/film/dead leaves. I hope this week will be the last week I have to write about bell jars, paradoxes, double binds and … Continue reading →

Taken the day I turned 30. I feel older but not very wise.

Early this morning, while I was asleep, something must have shifted (a prosencephalon drowned in breakfast stout maybe), because instead of the usual kaleidoscope of violent imagery I dream of, in my dream, I got my truest wish. For two … Continue reading →

October came and went, bringing with it the stillness and quietness of death: the death of my twenties, my grandpa (goddamn), the dismantling and liquidating of a house where some of my happiest times were spent and the severing and … Continue reading →

29 more days Ps: I have to miss the Sigma Tau Delta Honor Society initiation ceremony this evening to submit my thesis presentation draft. So I guess if there is a blood letting portion of the ceremony, it’s not my … Continue reading →

so they don’t know who to look for

What my commute on the 50 has felt like the past week: Leave me alone. 😖😖😖

Just like everyone else, I dreamed that my teeth were falling out of my skull. Freud interprets this as sexual repression. Jung interprets this as an analysis of personal power and the ability to renew one’s self. Bitch, I’m in … Continue reading →