Hollow like the four walls around me
As blank and their surface bare
Gut feels sunk, bottomless
As a hidden chamber beneath
I walk down a hall lit by night stars
Down paint-thinned, creaky stairs
Step into the moonlight
Laying everywhere, broken feathers, broken cups
And fishing wire threads throughout all
Tight pulling strewn scraps
Coiled and wrapped, kept in place
A strained guise, this anarchy mess
It doesn't help i'm depressed
But to kick this can and get caught up
On your knees
I feel i wait, like pray
Buckled from fear for what?

this is enough for me. schlaffsitz.

i'm just sitting here backing up my F drive
figured i'd blog a bit.
actually just documents off my C for now.
F takes about an hour and i'll do that when i leave.
its 4:32 am.

that's life.


back hurts a bit.
eyes sore and red.
getting old and haggard.

crucial prohom blog.

come to think of i haven't written a song in almost 2 years.

would you say bananas
are fibrous,
or creamy?

apparently,
i have sublimated my anger,
rage,
into and against myself
and i cannot help it.

* * *

films seen:
Russian Ark
Demonlover
Divine Intervention
Irréversible
Ten
Biggie and Tupac

can't wait to see:
Japón
Morvern Callar

so busy