eleven more emails
Archive for August, 2007
like anything is ever going to change in this dump of a country.
go hug a tree morons. oops, you can’t.
middle of the night
raid the fridge
stuff your face
bread, honey and milk
time…… stands……. still……………
the fires nearby have rendered the sky an ill grey-mustard color. inside the apartment it faintly smells of smoke and outside there’s a drizzle of ash. rainstorm.mp3 is blasting on my laptop. Popped some bromazepam.
Christiane Amanpour’s God’s Christian Warriors was very interesting. Religion is only politics, hardly breaking news, but it was frightening to see how gullible people are.
Battlecry = Stepford.
crocs are comfAy.
..or maybe a fire.
summer is clearly an odious season, so for days now I’ve been listening to mp3s of hurricanes, thunderstorms and pouring rain on my ipod, on loop. the comfort has been resounding.
“Her betrayal hurt me more than i dare show,
but i will forgive her and heal myself in private.”