intoxicated

I'm completely punch-drunk and all the lights seem to be pointing in the right direction.

subconcious

i had a dream that you were going out with a friend of mine and I was listening to his monotone account of the break up wondering what I should do

thanks

I'll learn to fucking swim on my own.

Does eloquence have to get in the way of emotion or is it the other way around?
I may not have dodged the bullet entirely but at least it only nicked me, no pun intended dude.

poemic

toasted coconut and teeth marks
piercing chocolate oculi
curves rolling pin kneadable
perfume tangled kelp
rippleless rhythmic dough
convective breathless currents
dotted coffee dimpled

that's all for now...

night rider

I was coming home from nick's a couple hours ago riding up Overland. I had this really strange feeling as I came upon what I thought was my destination and I physically was unable to turn on to my street. I ended up getting lost in the hills between Westwood and Sunset for a while.

The avenues lay before me bereft of traffic
lights pulsing guiding me
my compass urging me south
fluid clicking metronome
furious movement
electrons repel
selective membrane
I'm not welcome here.

my wrists!

I want to write so badly but I don't know where to start. The Bell Jar fan does not slit their wrists in the bathtub. The Bell Jar fan is more apt to write a ridiculously self deprecating blog and shove his head in the oven. Oddly enough Plath killed herself at 4:30 AM... weird.

I had my part in fucking things up as usual. I take solace in the fact that I tried, but did I try my hardest?

Everything in Moderation

I've recently been on the, "you only live once." kick. The exactitude of this statement is almost inconsequential though. Really, you could interpret it to affirm or deny almost any choice in life. You don't want to go through life as safely as possible with millions of regrets. By the same token, you don't want to drag race on Venice at one in the morning and get t-boned by a semi. Do you eat organic chicken breast, spinach, and lentils for every meal or shove Jack in the Box, Ben & Jerry's, and donuts down your gullet? Obviously I don't have the answers to any of these questions but I will say that moderation is not always the correct answer either. Regardless of the existence of an afterlife, or reincarnation, or nothing at all, life will never be simply black and white. A lot of you would attest to my amazing inability to master the doggy paddle, but for now I'll be testing out the deep end and praying to (???) that I don't drown.