Les Mots

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 12:39:53 GMT

asds

who the fuck am i?

Sun, 17 Jun 2007 19:18:49 GMT

The type of person who doesn't go home, doesn't pick up a phone to let people know I'm alive. I follow strangers into the night. Share a couch and some skin. I had said no more but I kissed instead.

Enough

Wed, 30 May 2007 19:50:16 GMT

I was supposed to see Bright Eyes perform tonight with my mum. We had planned on doing so for the last 2 months (her birthday present from me).She 'forgot' she had theatre rehearsal for her upcoming play...

I just sold the tickets to some voice over the telephone.

Update

Sun, 20 May 2007 13:25:29 GMT

It's almost been a month since I've written.

I've gone back to school and I'm happy to say that my eyes have now been open to the vast and horrid world of disease; oh pathology, there is nothing I enjoy more then starting my day with a 4h lecture on gangrene.

I've found a job. I now work at "Graceful Services" spa. I'm currently doing reception work but I will soon be taken on as one of their practitioners (I'll be doing energy work/chakra cleanses). Pretty groovy. My 1st day there I made an appointment for Kevin Bacon, it was only after the phone call that I realized it was 'him'... and you said your name was? I've picked up a little chinese 'sho fay' means 'tip' and 'by fon za' means red room... I've taught them 'hug' :)

Since I've been so occupied with school+work I haven't had time to go to therapy in a while. I miss it. There are things that obviously still need to be delt with... It's good though that I've been so busy, gives me less time to brood or what not...

I suppose that's it for now. Oh and I've managed to displace a rib.

Veritas Supra Omnes

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 19:12:06 GMT

Climax of Truth reaches throat
Taste remnants
Here
On the apex of my tongue

Someday they'll be spit, like sunflower seed
Just wait and see
Like sunflower seeds

Hière

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 18:20:54 GMT

I went to the park yesterday
Did some Qi Gong near a bench
I stood on my head
& the trees planted their roots
in the sky

La Noyade

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 20:31:42 GMT

Over 6 feet of water.
Goodbye basement.
So long room.
Aurevoir photographs, paintings, poetry and books.
Adieu nos souvenirs, nos désires noyées...

The light drowned.
The windows broke.
With a candle I swam to rescue;
Fitzgerald
Starfish
& Shoe

Mum sobbed for hours.
Her theater plays and props took the plunge.
I held her
& each wave of despaire shook our arid bones.

Lub Dub

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 02:22:56 GMT

I seem to have misplaced time...

All I have are fragments of seconds seared in my mind
on a ticking memory

Train in-through-out of Harlem
Both Laridae and Columbina
Born in a chimney
Form confetti of plumes

Gelotology

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 19:06:22 GMT

Death turned out to be an 80 year old woman in a red Honda.

I guess the color of her car cancelled out the color of the traffic light...
& perhaps her age overlooked the "no turn on red" sign as well...

The vehicle grazed my body.
Death screeched to a halt
& I LAUGHED.

(pourquoi?)

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 12:13:18 GMT

I had an amazing subway conductor the other day.
These are some of the things he said over the speakerphone:

- If you think you know where you are going: DON'T!
Make SURE you know where you are going.

- Remember, no matter the destination; happiness is the way!

I seriously didn't want to get off at my stop...

duno

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 17:55:53 GMT

So the Easter Bunny lays chocolate eggs for little kids to find and eat.
If the Easter Bunny has been slutty and sleeping with white people then the eggs are white.
That's why you dye the eggs in order to cover up the affairs.

There's nothing like coming home smelling of formaldihyd and corpse; oh cadaver viewings how I adore thee!

In other useless news; Matt Damon is shooting a movie scene (car crash) in front of my school... There's nothing more relaxing for my clients (naked laying on a table) then hearing "ROLLING!" followed by a series of screeches and "booms"

More Than A Drizzle...

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 23:46:52 GMT

My house flooded.

Took my mum, Justin and I quite a while to get home since the street was submerged in 5 feet of water...

My room is in the basement.

Chaplin said "Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot."

There was a lunar eclipse last night, I ran out into the street with nothing but a shirt on...
As I stood in the penumbra, I felt aligned
& ALIVE

Out of Time

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 02:39:20 GMT

This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop
These clothes
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same

You come to me with the phone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Decked out in a robe
You wear me out
You wear me out

We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged
A hotline, a wanted add
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had

Plutôt Laid...

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 03:54:55 GMT

"...and if they ever find me..."

This "self-analyzing" bit has become quite a painful endeavor...

I'm frightened. It's ugly. I shake my head and cry "no no no".
But it resounds deafeningly back "yes yes yes".
It's me.

I've become a stethoscope, a scalpel, a microscope...
Too clinical.
Too dirty.
When I meet Me.

Tee Hee

Fri, 23 Feb 2007 03:15:08 GMT

Ian is so funny he makes Crest toothpaste come out of my nose...

Icing On The Cake...

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 03:17:20 GMT

5 panic attacks
1 dozen ibuprofen
2 vicadin
1 nerve entrapment of brachial plexus
96 tears (cue the electric piano & mysterians)
1 handfull of realizations
1 incredible best friend

I'm seeing an orthepedist on tuesday, what started as a cute parlor trick "hey look everyone I can't medially rotate my right arm", has since degenerated quite severely. I have lost approximately 70% mobility and there is unrelenting pain. I'm guessing "Thoracic Outlet Syndrome", I don't want to get surgery...

Crushed Capillaries

Mon, 12 Feb 2007 01:00:10 GMT

"...yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me"

The radiator moaned
While in the dusk we mistook
Lust
For
Love

It's only teenage wasteland

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 02:58:13 GMT

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! 19 *woot woot*

The party thursday should be incredible, I'm finally excited about it :)

TMJ & Professionalism

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 06:15:51 GMT

Ali chopped off my hair down on Astor Place

& The So So (really lame) Glos send me a message telling me that 2 members of the "band" beat the crap out of each other (TMJ and pteregoid muscles are probably out of wack) and that the singer's jaw is wired shut and the other kid was in jail... word

They are still supposedly playing my b-day party *shrugs* at this point I could really care less...

In other breaking news:

Ian is on crack

and I <3 The Princess Bride "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father prepare to die."

Kleenex Invasion

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 05:04:11 GMT

It was so cold that:

- My mouth began emitting smoke signals; M-E-R-D-E!
- I seriously considered necking with this Asian fellow wearing a beret (why? Just why?)
- I was prepared to stab my official "Swedish Institute" pen into someone’s jugular (someone who for the zillionth time said "the train is late")
- The grapes I packed for lunch grew icicles
- And yes, even my nipples protested

My teeth are getting wise... ouchie

Kurt Cobain & Jolly Ranchers

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 03:35:10 GMT

Black tattered leather couches always lead to one inevitable thing:
Lacrimation

I sunk into the couch... she made me take off my jacket so as to "see" me better (hardy har har)
Then the endless series of queries...
She was sitting in front of this grandiose library that stretched from floor to ceiling.
It was terribly distracting for my literary fancy.
It seemed that each time she asked me one of the more "poignant" questions; my eyes always caught a title that was completely ridiculous and rather malapropos...
"Do you want to kill yourself?" she asked while I was still musing over "Investing for Dummies"...

The session ended with being told to be "nice" to my electrolytes (somehow the song "One Singular Sensation" from Chorus Line popped into my head... electrolytes high-kicking, crying "God I hope I get it! I really need this job!")

... I also wanted purell so I could shake her hand "good-bye"
(stupid cold)

Yes...
I am insane

about working out @ 5am...

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 11:42:33 GMT

I believe Reece Witherspoon summed it up pretty well in Legally Blonde:

"Exercise gives you endorphins.
Endorphins make you happy.
Happy people just don't kill their husbands..."
(or themselves, supposedly)

Some random sweaty man said "hello" to me
I looked at him incredulously
You are actually going to say "hello" to me when I look like I just wrestled a warthog?
(and yes I know this for a fact because there are mirrors EVERYWHERE... 360 degrees of flab)
This guy had a shirt on that said something like "pumping iron is awesome" or something equally absurd...
He got a perspiring "hello" back

BPD sucks...

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 04:01:47 GMT

"I've come to hate my body
And all that it requires in this world
I'd like to know completely
What others so discreetly talk about..."

... so I'm going in for "Dialectical Behavioral Therapy" at the NY presbyterian hospital... I'll probably be an outpatient; still have to go to school or what not...

*shrugs*

Atypical Anatomy

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 06:08:05 GMT

"You know that I could be in love with almost everyone
I think that people are the greatest fun..."

Once more; Midnight
Panhandle scalpel for pen
A vertical vivisection
Etymology is shot through toothy mussel

Rip a stitch
&
Straddle the moon

"The philtrum (Greek philtron, from philein, "to love; to kiss") is the vertical groove in the upper lip. The philtrum exists to allow a dynamic range of lip motions necessary for human vocal and non-verbal communication.

The ancient Greeks used to believe that this benign spot was one of the most erogenous spots on the human body, hence the etymology..."

When I was 2 I fell on a rock and split my 'philtrum'. They stitched me up. I pulled them out. Now I have a scar. It's little and white. Sometimes people notice and then I smile.

Yes baby, I have lips... but won't you kiss my scar?

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 00:59:05 GMT