Here is something I wrote a little more than a month ago.

Untitled, as usual.

With broken crowns
and bobbing heads
time oozed from their minds
in thirty year segments;
time washed in color and
draped in the warblings
of centuries dead slaves,
each captive dancing wildly in
rhythms that touched embryos.
In passionate apathy they sat
dazed in the glow of a
movement they lost but
never understood.

*******

It's short and incomplete, that I know, but any other constructive criticism anyone wants to offer would be welcome.

Long time, no post. Many changes have occurred. But they are all irrelevant in the face of my stagnancy.

On a lighter note:

You Are A Fig Tree

You are very independent and strong minded. A hard worker when you want to be, you play hard too. You are honest and loyal. You hate contradiction or arguments. You love life, and you live for your friends, children, and animals. A great sense of humor, artistic talent, and intelligence are all gifts you possess.

Yeah, I haven't posted in a while. So what?

What follows shall be random results that no one cares about.

You all break me down a little....


Footnote: If you are questioning whether or not this is directed at you....even a little....then it probably is. So please, stop stomping on me...

The title would be better written: "I hate "my" face..." But I stole that line from a friend and I love it.

Let's play a new game.... You really have no choice in the matter. This is my journal, after all. We'll call this new game "Random Journal Passages of the Day." So it's a long and cumbrous title. Change it if you hate it.

Since today marks the inception of this intriguing endeavor, maybe I'll share two passages...and because I am feeling generous. July 18 is one very special and very hardcore person's birthday.

Passage One:
July 3, 2006
"...even I don't know how deeply the sewage sluices.

I am dropping weight like the tears that won't budge, though. I am almost concerned at how quickly it falls away. Like I'm some poor, slaughtered animal that's been simmering all day in a cesspool of stock and plant matter. Sick."

Man I'm fucked up. Heh.

Passage Two:
July 10, 2006
"I am waiting for resignation to set in. But hope still lingers like the foul smell of something burning long after the flames are extinguished. ...I keep hoping my life will change and reflect the exhaustive efforts I have undertaken.

I could go on and on trying to discover that meaningful conclusion lurking just around the next obstacle, but what would be the point? After all, the obstacles are the conclusions and I really need some sleep."

Lame-o. Someone give me a reason to write something meaningful!

Oh my God. I am listening to an internet broadcast station called "Greatest Pop Ballads." Someone help me. Melancholy can be such a drag. Who knew Peter Gabriel and Aerosmith felt the same way?

Fuck, people. I just want to have some fun before I die. Is that too much to ask?

In other news... My phone is awkwardly silent and my email account shockingly empty of worthwhile correspondence.

I did have the pleasure of shocking an old friend the other day, though. It is so much more fun to surprise people you've known for a long time then those you've barely met. And all I had to do was smoke one lousy cigarette. Ha! I didn't even have to inhale much. If only everything else in life were so simple.

You heard it here first...I smoked a cigarette. My lungs are no longer pure.....

...what's next? Who knows? I'm wild, I tell you. ;o)

Short segment from my "real" journal is about to ensue...so just remember: Everything is out of context.

"I guess it's anti-gravitational and unnatural to freeze somewhere in between and hover sweetly over a balanced mind.

Justin is moving to Aurora to be with Kelly. The only thing that makes me envious is that he'll be closer to Chicago. Oh, the irony. Other than that, he barely warrants mention."

End quote. God that last line felt wonderful to write. Oh, all right. I'll stop rambling.

Holy shit...I drank four cups of coffee, two diet sodas, and two glasses of iced tea today. That's more caffeine than I usually imbibe in a month's time.

I can feel every heart beat in my ears...and a thumping in my chest like my dreams could just split right through my sternum.

Excuse me while I puke up what's left...

Working on Saturday morning sucks.

And...I think a mack truck backed over me repeatedly in my sleep last night.

Did last night really happen? It was so natural...could it have been a dream?

If I press the headphones close enough to my ears...it's almost like you're speaking to me.