Friday, November 26, 2010

Explain it all to me 
What you need to be 
To Know every single word 
Riders on the storm
I wanted 
a pen 
but instead 
i got this 
minature 
computer 
with its little 
keyboard 
My fingers are cold 
and I miss 
my handwriting
I could save time by taking a shower in the washing machine 
My whole life ive always wanted to be a bike rack
The beauty of a thousand cool sunny days interupted by indoors ";hit the fuggin thing" serious fuckin cellular realtime communication 
I guess embrace it
To tighten loose strings 
Like to remember your name 
As your calling me out 
Im tying it into your heart

Thursday, November 11, 2010

for dying houseplants

we are rain
(we are clouds)
we are leaves
(we are trees)


  
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g
enious.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

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This is how I felt this morning and this is how I feel now.
It's raining.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

excerpt from Not The Whale

The mouse never could trust weathermen. He thought it was no good to predict rain. The mouse knew that people would often say one thing and do another. He was unsure weather or not you could trust in contradiction, but he trusted the rain would fall.

Monday, November 1, 2010

(name removed), 

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