Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Now all I want to do is talk to you.
RIP.
Who is going to tell me I have funky madonna style now?
When I pierced my ears in the downstairs bathroom with a safety pin it was with her. The holes closed up and now all I have in my right ear is some scar tissue.
I'm glad I had someone to share my bad music taste with in middle school. We borrowed each others cds. I guess I should be listening to alkaline trio and placebo. It was so cool how you were a bitch to ellie in ceramics.
She showed me a bollywood movie for the first time.
I guess we won't be running into each other anymore. Just turned 19.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
coming down
it seemed like the house was always cold. the carpet was old and stained, an ugly beige color. We came over to his house a few times to watch daytime tv. it was a small house with dirty windows.
he lived near the power plant. you could sit on his roof at night smoking cigarettes and watch the lights blink for hours. they were so bright you couldnt see the sky, a starless night. there was a lake next to it, where they dumped the sewage, which would steam in winter. this gave everything a blurry glow.
he was older than us, but it didnt really matter. i guess you could call him a burnout, i mean he didnt much of a future ahead of him. he worked at a mexican food restaurant and didnt talk much, he was a friend of a friend.
it was a themed restaurant, a few blocks away from downtown. it had meals worse than fastfood (like all themed restaurants).
He was like a personal PSA, the real-life example of too much pot smoking. being at his house was like a moment of clarity, a step into that cold house was like a step into reality. an example of how many ways you could fuck up, what happens to the people no one pays attention to. the ones who 'slip through the cracks' like a penny or a cigarette butt.
everyone has this non-discript friend of a friend. the one who buys you PBR and doesnt really care about whats on the news. the ones with the linoleum floor and the chain link fence. i only ever though about him in passing.
then he moved away.
this is what February feels like.
he lived near the power plant. you could sit on his roof at night smoking cigarettes and watch the lights blink for hours. they were so bright you couldnt see the sky, a starless night. there was a lake next to it, where they dumped the sewage, which would steam in winter. this gave everything a blurry glow.
he was older than us, but it didnt really matter. i guess you could call him a burnout, i mean he didnt much of a future ahead of him. he worked at a mexican food restaurant and didnt talk much, he was a friend of a friend.
it was a themed restaurant, a few blocks away from downtown. it had meals worse than fastfood (like all themed restaurants).
He was like a personal PSA, the real-life example of too much pot smoking. being at his house was like a moment of clarity, a step into that cold house was like a step into reality. an example of how many ways you could fuck up, what happens to the people no one pays attention to. the ones who 'slip through the cracks' like a penny or a cigarette butt.
everyone has this non-discript friend of a friend. the one who buys you PBR and doesnt really care about whats on the news. the ones with the linoleum floor and the chain link fence. i only ever though about him in passing.
then he moved away.
this is what February feels like.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
DR. STRANGELOVE SYNDROME
Alien hand syndrome is caused by damage to certain parts of the brain and afflicts thousands of people. This bizarre neurological disorder causes one of a person’s hands to act independently of the other and of its owner’s wishes. For example, the misbehaving hand may do the opposite of what the normal one is doing: If a person is trying to button a shirt with one hand, the other will follow along and undo the buttons. If one hand pulls up trousers, the other will pull them down. Sometimes the hand may become aggressive—pinching, slapping, or punching the patient: In at least one case, it tried to strangle its owner. Says neurologist Rachelle Doody, “Often a patient will sit on the hand, but eventually it gets loose and starts doing everything again.”
Alien hand syndrome is caused by damage to certain parts of the brain and afflicts thousands of people. This bizarre neurological disorder causes one of a person’s hands to act independently of the other and of its owner’s wishes. For example, the misbehaving hand may do the opposite of what the normal one is doing: If a person is trying to button a shirt with one hand, the other will follow along and undo the buttons. If one hand pulls up trousers, the other will pull them down. Sometimes the hand may become aggressive—pinching, slapping, or punching the patient: In at least one case, it tried to strangle its owner. Says neurologist Rachelle Doody, “Often a patient will sit on the hand, but eventually it gets loose and starts doing everything again.”
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
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