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“Primitive”. The word flashed for a second in his head in midair as he floated, frozen in time, over what he had strived for. The second before, he had acted uncouth – his lust, his angst all exploded into a sudden leap at the sight of what appeared to be dream made reality. Years of perseverance, of small talk, of pains and words unspoken, confessions that died on his lips. He has achieved the affection of the one he wanted most. But as he acted, as he flew, the word flashed and everything stopped. A second later, it would be forgotten amongst the writhes of his passion – yet, had he taken a moment to consider it, to mark it to memory, he would have realized that, in some way, he was trying to save himself. To avoid becoming enslaved to desire, to remain in innocence.

Posted By T. On 05.10.2012 @ 4:13 pm

He was never considered particularly outgoing, in any respect. No advanced classes, no clubs. An Irish-Catholic mother kept him at home. So, then, it was a great mystery to everyone who had had the privilege to know him (back then, when he was so young) when he, to his mothers despair, suddenly got up one morn and, packing not a thing, walked out to the sidewalk and north, hands in pockets, to not be seen again for 10 – something years.

Posted By T. On 05.09.2012 @ 5:30 pm

Personality. Cracking, splitting graphite. Scrawled inspirations, ideas, stories, legible or otherwise. A definition of who is writing it. Swirls that come together, as painted by you.

Posted By T. On 05.08.2012 @ 6:07 pm

Apple banana pie cookie crumbs why crumbs what a ridiculous word “crumb” I dinnae understand why it has to sound to ridiculous in order to convey a small chunck off of an edible item, perhaps I should be better in english oh right tasting

Posted By T. On 05.07.2012 @ 8:10 pm

I want to see the movie “Red Balloon”. In fact, I’d like to live as a red balloon for a day. Maybe today… maybe I will just float around and have no other intention than to bring a smile to people’s faces or prompt them to wonder what the fuck I’m doing there, floating in the sky. And maybe later, if I’m lucky, I’ll get twisted into some great animal shape.

Posted By T. On 02.20.2012 @ 10:13 am

To discover. Bah. I like routine. It’s clarifying. Discovery. you never really get to know the place. but discoveries that become routine, now that’s what I like.

Posted By T. On 08.12.2011 @ 7:59 pm

school. it’s where you learn. can you even remember the days of kindergarten?? chalk and erasers and new friends. now we think we know it all and we’re too good for it. could we be more wrong? probably not. we’re always learning no matter what, even from the beginning of those chalkboard days. now we’re on to bigger things. we think at least. will we ever know for sure.

Posted By T. On 06.05.2011 @ 6:31 am

what does success mean? I think it’s more than making a pile of money. Although, I wouldn’t be one to turn down said pile. Is it becoming that thing you wanted to be when you were a kid? Is it being able to grow tomatoes in a fog-laden environment like San Francisco? Is it making a hollandaise sauce that doesn’t break? Is it going for that run when you would rather be sitting on the couch eating a bag of chips??

Posted By T. On 04.04.2011 @ 6:26 pm

Let’s not have another one of your sexist remarks, honey. We all tire of the same jokes eventually. Oh, I love you just the same but I’m worn and weary. Maybe I can teach a dog new tricks.

Posted By T. On 05.21.2010 @ 4:00 pm

it floated up in the air, slowly disappearing, becoming a speck in a blue abyss. pop pop pop and that’s all there ever was. a hollow shell of color – full of air just like your empty head. lalalalove.

Posted By T. On 05.19.2010 @ 6:59 pm

oh i wish i’d had green tea tonight instead of this white whine. i can think of nothing but sex and fucking and sweat and men and strangers and dark alley ways. oh tea. tea would have saved me from this terrible fate.. oh who am i kidding. i hate tea and i would not be saved from this for any amount of money in the world.

Posted By t. On 05.01.2009 @ 10:37 am

the wings beat in time with the world you spin me around and we lose ourselves the things around us become nothingness a flutter of a moment lost in thought we are beyond and we can be more and less and everything all at once.

Posted By t. On 04.04.2009 @ 4:52 am

the greatest expression of love is this: “i want to be the light you wear around your wrist.” i will be a bracelet of suns that you wear with your smile. i love you.

Posted By t. On 03.30.2009 @ 11:17 am

i found the purse at the bottom of the stairs at four that morning. i’d been out late because going home meant being alone. when the day began i knocked on the door of the house the address belonged to. the reward was meeting the most beautiful women in the world.

Posted By t. On 03.22.2009 @ 9:00 pm

don’t look out the window and get distracted keep focused and complete the task of day then let your hair down.

Posted By T. On 09.20.2009 @ 4:14 pm

i don’t know what is means.. i feel so stupid…

Posted By t. On 11.24.2008 @ 3:58 am

skating along we try to enact our promises of life love and each other. doing the best we can, being the best versions of ourselves we can be.

Posted By t. On 02.28.2009 @ 7:21 am

there was a new installation going up in the gallery. i’d been working at the place for years, trying very hard to create something that the curators would like. my best friend had delved into art for the first time last week. it was his show.

Posted By t. On 02.23.2009 @ 8:17 am

happiness is on the tip of my tongue my life my love surrounds but i cannot reach out and grab because unhappiness always gets in the way so jealous why oh why? because we stop ourselves from being what we really want. there are very few people in this world that let themselves just explore the full extent of who they ARE. just be be be be be and happiness will follow.

Posted By t. On 04.21.2009 @ 6:23 am

power surges and we begin our night, the darkenss takes over and you hear the hum hum drum thrum of the world outside but it’s only a background, a soundtrack to who we are who we will be the person we become

Posted By t. On 04.10.2009 @ 3:59 am

Deceiving It doesn’t matter anyway You can wear it all day long, And hold your chin up high but you’re still not my king. And maybe I was too hopeful Took every chance I got And maybe you’re an egoistical ass Maybe, maybe maybe.

Posted By t. On 10.14.2008 @ 2:10 pm

like a window, something you can see through. the soul is probably transparent, but with a tint. my tint would be red. transparent people are no fun, mysteries are what keep people around and make life worth living.

Posted By T. On 11.30.2009 @ 4:53 am

crime and punishment by fyodor dosteyevsky was her favorite book. It was the only book she had read in a long period of time. It was first book she read after her blindness.

Posted By T. On 09.30.2009 @ 9:14 pm

She sat across from him, the long wooden table dividing more than their political viewpoints. He snapped the text closed. “Well?” She didn’t know what to say.

Posted By T. On 02.26.2010 @ 8:24 pm

Cake, making stuff, powder, baking, fun, messy

Posted By T. On 10.09.2009 @ 4:19 pm