sound of silence

mustaches

Jack White uggggghhh.


So I'm almost done with my first complete sensible short story. I'm so fucking glad. In the process of finishing it I have successfully shot out two neat poems about skeletons. I've been listening to The White Stripes, Arcade Fire and Foxy Shazam nonstop.
Today I went with Beth to Urban Outfitters and got some blue shoes in which I feel like a button. (well, cute as one).
I'm sitting in Starbucks and attempting to finish. Deadline is March 19th. yipes.
I seem to be doing everything but concentrating on what I should be concentrating on.
I had a great hummus wrap today, though. So, there.

no one wants my atoms

I hate staring at my laptop like a zombie. A zombie you be more mindful at this moment. Stuck, like Cinderella's damn slipper in a sloppy mess of pitch on the steps of the palace. So in my frustration I randomly shall post images of space and stills from the film Bright Star directed by Jane Campion.

schizophrenic coffee joint

I'm writing my first real short story. One that I actually intend to finish. I've come up with two characters who are distinct in my mind, but fuzzy on the page. I am having the worst trouble trying to come up with a way to set up a back story for my female character. I don't want to go so into detail because I want to keep it under a certain amount of words. I have been writing this for about 3 days straight and so far I've got the plot all planned out. But I am so critical on my writing, I fear I may get annoyed or bored and shove it to the back of my freakish mind. I am attached now to this story, so I think I will really try to make it work. Maybe I like the challenge.
Writers are crazy. That is my theory. We have to be slightly insane.
If I ever feel lonely or upset with reality I go hang out with my characters that have strangely become more real than I ever expected.
Help me Hemmingway....
Well then, back to work. MUST FINISH.
Ahhh....the sweet sound of fingers tap-tap-tapping across my keyboard..
Any words of wisdom would be greatly appreciated, as always.

bumble

i am he is you are she

the world is infinite
the world is cold
my world is a treasure
my world is a prism
things aren't what they seem
things turned out exactly as planned
don't tell me no
don't tell me yes
follow the rules
get off of my back
stick to me like glue
don't look at me
hold me in you arms
stab me in the chest
sprinkle me with words
care for me with food
choke on a bone
call me on the phone.

I have told many lies..

one of them being, "I will write more".
Although the world around me has changed, somewhat for better, yet too for worse, I seem to remain neutral. My mind is expanding, my knowledge of many useful and/or useless things is growing and things don't seem so bad so often.
There may in fact come a time where I look back and wonder,
But it has also occurred to me that I may never know those answers.
It has also occurred to my attention, that those answers don't matter.
All that matters is what we do with the time that is given to us.
We are not our past, we are weary of the future, and the present seems to form it's own path amongst shadows of trees and nests of bees.
As long as we are civil, as long as we remain a loving people, we will have peace.

-a.