Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Monday, September 28, 2009

A month is nothing; a month goes by and I don't even notice its passing.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Aye, a salvage operation, with oil slicks and Russian cutters and crusty sailors who constantly squint one eye... There be treasure in detritus.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Sunday, September 20, 2009

"Vampirism isn't a fable. There is nothing supernatural about eating people."
I've been alone in this room too long. And what's with these damn crows? They're constantly crapping all over my bust of Pallas and throwing their shadows in impossible directions! And who the hell is Nevelle Moore?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

O Queen of the Canadian Wastes, where blows your white heart now?

Saturday, September 12, 2009

I don't care about pointless things. All things are pointless.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Monday, September 7, 2009

I don't really mean any of the things that I say, including the thing that I'm saying right now.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

It is a good feeling, the sun coming up after a productive night.
"Your friend looks European; I know what Europeans look like."

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

"You want to learn about me not for what I am, but for what I might be."
I've loved. I've seduced. So, do it again?
Sad. Pervasive. Typical.
In the bourgeois vs. bohemian equation, spouses vs. lovers, accumulation vs. dissipation, security vs. freedom, I am on the far end of the latters.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

If humanity has a savior, it was Kurt Cobain, because he delivered us from shitty '80s butt rock.
Skill in spelling was obviated two decades ago by SpellCheck. And complete sentences? Totally overrated.