samedi, février 27, 2010



“I myself did not want to sleep because I had been living for a long time with the knowledge that if I ever shut my eyes in the dark and let myself go, my soul would go out of my body.”
- Ernest Hemingway

"Sleep and death have long been intertwined, with the ancient Greeks creating a colorful genealogy to explain it. Nyx, the goddess of the night, gave birth to twin boys: Hypnos (sleep) and Thanatos (death). Hypnos fathered Morpheus, the god of dreams, who lived surrounded by opium poppies, the giver of dreams."
(The New York Times, photo via Purple Diary)

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For the past two months I've had the craziest dreams every night. Vivid, fantastic dreams, often recurring in the same places. At the same time, I've started getting up at strange regular intervals. 130am, 330am, 530am. I get up, fully awake, wondering why I'm up.

lundi, février 22, 2010




I just woke up one day and knew.

Knew what?

What I was never sure of with you.

mercredi, février 17, 2010

I sent this to someone recently.

I love what I do, although sometimes I fall into a rut and get listless. My dream might be a toy designer. Something that makes children happy.

I can sort of cook - I like frying up spam. I have been learning how to make hash browns.

I love eggs and potatoes in all forms.

I am allergic to smelly cheese. I suspect it is psychological.

If I'm really drunk, sometimes I fall into a British accent. Or whenever I talk to my mom or brother or sister.

I will hold your hand when we cross the street.

People seem to think I don't know how to camp.

It would be nice to nap with you nearby. You could read a book, or nap with.

I know I am a snob but I am trying to be less so.

I am pretty decent at tennis.

I really like cats but am allergic to them.

I would fly you to the moon and back.

I am very comfortable around you.

I am a good kisser. (If needed, references are available.)

I love your sense of humor.

I think we click on some strange level.

I like doing nothing with you, and everything or anything.

You have a good heart.

You're more beautiful than you know.

Every moment with you is an adventure.

samedi, février 06, 2010

vendredi, février 05, 2010

These days when it takes over I tend to lie down, dizzy, scared.

My heart's not racing but I need to calm down.
I'm not out of breath but I can't breathe.

I do nothing and I hate it.

jeudi, février 04, 2010


( jena malone, by elias tahan )

In a parallel universe, it's me you can't resist.

I don't ever go into the office anymore. Well they're clearing it out in March. But still, I don't think I've spent more than a day a month there in over 6. I bet I have a ton of crap mail.

I've asked her out to the Magnetic Fields show next week. I kinda miss cigarettes for the times when you think too much.