The detriment of having skeletons in our closets isn't that the exist. It's that they're craftily skilled at making sure we ne'er forget that they do.
2/28/2011
Knowledge...
Knowledge is a peculiar force. On the one hand it forever changes; on the other? It'll cause even the most plastic of men to become stubborn (abhorrent) mules.
Doubt V. Certainty.
Of whatever the sort: the value of certainty, the merit of doubt...they are both misguiding.
2/27/2011
Uneducated...
I had grasped the lesson my servant taught me, carried it with me long after she left...
But unequipped to know where to take it, I eventually misplaced it, and so sought another moment to remember.
But unequipped to know where to take it, I eventually misplaced it, and so sought another moment to remember.
Pleasure...
The pleasure of the moment perched herself on my shoulder, stretched her neck and chirped a song.
2/25/2011
Surprisingly
I had seen her cowardice scatter--then scurry to the corner--long before I walked in the room.
Failures...
A failure ought to be seen as an isolated social misstep, rather than a pervasive character flaw.
Remnants...
She is a petulant, impatient child with a heart of gold and a mind just floating in the breeze.
2/24/2011
Over Confidence...
My 'Over Confidence' got a little handsy with me tonight. And so being a gentlemen (of a certain degree) I happily returned the favor.
By night's end, with my hand under her shirt, just over her bra, she...
By night's end, with my hand under her shirt, just over her bra, she...
Connections...
Sometimes an entire marketing department is required to keep an amorous connection alive.
War...
The possibility...that men enjoy war as a distraction to their attempts at understanding women...is a great one.
Ambition's Flaw...
It is falsely believed that the more one craves something
the more likely one will acquire that something.
the more likely one will acquire that something.
Existence...
Existence is the power to instill as many new ideas to as many new people in as many new moments as you possibly can.
Elegance...
Some are born into elegance. Others, like plastic dolls, just illustrate it. I am a firm believer in eugenics.
2/23/2011
Fragility of Socialization
Few of us are prepared to realize just how fragile our friendships truly are.
2/22/2011
2/20/2011
...
February 20. The Cluster Parade has now begun. Listen to their engines hum.
Tragedy Comedy
14 11
Tragedy Comedy
14 11
1997
The Sixties fell on deaf ears and blind eyes. Even to the actors who gave us the colour...tie-dyed...submarine scene. Ken Kesey and his O.K. Corral, peace arcades and drugged-out slumber parties.
2/18/2011
The Story...
I had left my story on the desk and walked out of the room to tend to some affairs. When I came back that night, exhausted from my chores, I noticed my story had, strangely enough, sprouted some limbs and a pocket full of plum.
You'll be surprised to know that this did not perplex me. Not in the least. Watching her scamper 'cross the room, though. Crawl out the window and wave goodbye? Now that did.
You'll be surprised to know that this did not perplex me. Not in the least. Watching her scamper 'cross the room, though. Crawl out the window and wave goodbye? Now that did.
2/16/2011
Windows and Histories
For no discernible reason whatsoever, I will, every so often, grab and toss a large enough object with sufficient enough weight and crack a window in my head simply to watch the history of everything I've done here seep in.
When I do this...the moment is by no means amusing. Utterly frightening really. And so I am quickly off...to the other room, on the phone, dialing up the repair company.
When I do this...the moment is by no means amusing. Utterly frightening really. And so I am quickly off...to the other room, on the phone, dialing up the repair company.
The Excitement of the Herd
To some we are impenetrable. Others...malleable at the slightest touch. We all are. Everyone of us. Because this is the nature of socialization.
Ode to Wordsworth
And there they lay. The remnants of our youth. Their necks splintered by the traps set out by Experience.
Running...
We had been up all night. Running. Mauling things over. When the sun woke, rubbed her eyes, and clipped our heels.
2/15/2011
Whipped and Hog-tied...
I've been whipped and hog-tied by a number of insults over the years. Weathered and beaten by them too. But none more damaging than: 'I don't think you'll be a good father.'
(You 'accidentally' poke the neighbor kid with a lit cigarette half a dozen or so times on like three different occasions, mostly for fun...and all the sudden you'd make a bad father?)
The insanity of that one (and the certainty in which it was delivered) still frightens every atom of my being.
(You 'accidentally' poke the neighbor kid with a lit cigarette half a dozen or so times on like three different occasions, mostly for fun...and all the sudden you'd make a bad father?)
The insanity of that one (and the certainty in which it was delivered) still frightens every atom of my being.
2/14/2011
The Poor Decision Demon
The Demon dwells in the forest. In a long-abandoned cabin dating back to old charcoal-burning times. It is lonely here. And so is she.
Murmurs of the wind echo through the trees. A fox limps across the rotting porch. My visit here is unnecessary and the cold is bitter.
Murmurs of the wind echo through the trees. A fox limps across the rotting porch. My visit here is unnecessary and the cold is bitter.
2/13/2011
Manhood
Manhood is being responsible for burdens you wish didn't exist and sadden by the lack of responsibilities you wish you had.
Over-Zealous...
Over-Zealous Altruism is often flirty and charming, buxom and sleek. But she's nearly always accompanied by eventual Anger.
Mistakes
The secret knock was given. And looking through the peephole we saw Empathy...on time, smiling and finely dressed. The guard to my left looked at me and nodded his approval.
Much to our chagrin, many of our mistakes begin this very same way.
Much to our chagrin, many of our mistakes begin this very same way.
Moments...
The enormity of the moment frightened the next moment so badly that the follow-up moment to those first two moments stood and puked.
...
February 13. Aura Migraine. The loss of a good friend. Sense of freedom. The shame of hearing a mother cry.
Tragedy Comedy
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Tragedy Comedy
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2/09/2011
The Social Race...
I am often in the habit of rarely keeping up with those I get to know. Until a inevitable moment occurs and the sound of a bullhorn (or some such nonsense) echoes the possibility the race is soon to end.
The fear of this stings me, immeasurably so; and so I lengthen my stride, quicken my pace, and soon enough...
Soon enough, I'm at the finish line, out of breath...
And waiting.
The fear of this stings me, immeasurably so; and so I lengthen my stride, quicken my pace, and soon enough...
Soon enough, I'm at the finish line, out of breath...
And waiting.
2/08/2011
A e i o u and Sometimes y.
The girls' faces are slowly sinking away...
Many shades exist in the departed.
Many shades exist in the departed.
Altruism...
Sometimes Altruism imposes too great a responsibility on us. And so we rebel against it...like a spoiled child when asked to complete a mundane chore.
Cannot Remember Why...
There is both an enormous risk and an indelible benefit to losing one's memories.
Confusion...
Confusion belittles me. So does small talk. Small talk is filled with courteous assumptions. Confusion? Not enough of them.
I Need a Brand New Friend...the End.
The challenge is finding a friend who gives you the control to be exactly who you are--whatever the moment, whatever the outcome. One who hands you freedom to feel or not feel.
In the end, this is what it means to love him.
In the end, this is what it means to love him.
...
February 8. Phantom Clusters increasing in frequency. Slightly befuddled. Hesitantly optimistic. Gertrude's birthday tomorrow.
2/07/2011
All n' all...
All he ever wanted was a hard day's work, the ability to make a woman blush, and the temperament to make her laugh 'til she lost all urinary control.
2/05/2011
2/03/2011
Mountains...
A relationship is not about climbing a mountain.
No, no, no. It's about building one.
And then throwing each other off it half way from the top.
No, no, no. It's about building one.
And then throwing each other off it half way from the top.
2/02/2011
If...
If you cannot be talented, be creative. If you cannot be creative, be accepting. If you cannot be talented, creative or accepting? Settle for being good looking.
Death by Pony...
I knew a woman once who was really into unicorns. For her birthday one year, I bought her a pony and in an attempt to make it look all real and such, I creatively glued a horn to its forehead.
It was swell. She loved it. Really did. And I would have too, had she not spooked the fuckin' thing and got her head kicked in.
That was definitely the silliest of funerals.
It was swell. She loved it. Really did. And I would have too, had she not spooked the fuckin' thing and got her head kicked in.
That was definitely the silliest of funerals.
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