October 2009
7 posts
cakebeef:
The Avett Brothers - I Would Be Sad
Scrawled in the margins. Page 86.
cakebeef:
“So the parade had to be postponed
So we could watch the balloons ascend
Though we all know that they explode
As they get closer to Him.”
You have always been wrong about my intentions. If I wanted I could fill the basic void with any number of relatively interchangeable women. What hurts, what sits like a hot stone against my chest and makes my eyes moisten, is that I do...
Old notebooks, older ideas.
cakebeef:
There’s this thing that happens, independent of my attempts to control or contain it. There is a brightening of the edges of objects. A photo filter for my retinas which may from time to time apply itself, turning everything mundane slightly magical, or at least unoppressive.
Sometimes, I am in love. It makes me childish, in the good way. I become silly with love. Stupid. I...