Tuesday, January 08, 2008

hmm...french hip hop arouses

I was going to say that after a certain hour my lifestyle habits deteriorate rather badly. Now I'm not so sure. I don't want to spend another weekend like this one. Turmoil can get at me. I don't write up here, and I don't know why. Maybe I talk too much. Maybe I should take a vow of silence. God, that'd be nice. I'm going to try. Work obviously is going to be challenge. I figure bare minimum. An exercise.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

we're texas

I just got back home from Texas. Texas is home. I totally realized that on this trip. I am loved there. I can see the stars. I can see land for miles. This trip...I hadn't been home in 4 years. Texas ain't that far. It was just too heavy. I've made something of myself up here. This is the place where I created a space for me and my shit. Admittedly, I chose NYC for the wrong reasons, but it all turned out so well. But I am ready to go home.

I couldn't say it over dinner for whatever reason, but unrequited love has precious little to do with the beloved. It's all about sitting in the quiet with bjork, a handle of wine, and swimming in your emotions. I need this more than the precious beloved. Christ, I'm a sick masochistic fuck.

Her beauty was fraught with all the languid humidity of her banana republic origins. One felt a slow crushing urge to bruise those hot house lips with the weight of your desire. And no I am not talking about the side show bob hottie.