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    Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004
    11:38 pm
    The Tao of Chris.
     Preliminarily, the Tao of Chris.

    1. Learning is good, therefore, everything is good.
    2. Happiness is intrinsic.
    3. Everything is a paradox. That's the point.
    4. Nothing is permanent. That's the point.

    That's all for now. It's still in the works. Though someday, I hope to be able to publish the full idea. Maybe one of you geeks out there that actually reads this could help me bounce the ideas around??

    Current Mood: content
    Current Music: Everything!!!
    Thursday, February 26th, 2004
    6:01 pm
    All I want out of life:

    1) Jones Soda
    2) Good books
    3) Good movies
    4) Good music
    5) Creative Writing
    6) ??

    Current Mood: calm
    Current Music: Cursive - Sierra
    Tuesday, February 24th, 2004
    1:03 pm
    We're chained to the events.
     Things are moving slowly. I've been feeling so ... off these past couple of days. Just not with it, slow, stupid, ugly. And I don't know why. Maybe I'm getting sick. On that note, I think I'll go read and sleep.

    That's it.

    Current Mood: lethargic
    Current Music: Desaparecidos - Manana
    Thursday, February 19th, 2004
    12:00 pm




    You're A People's History of the United States!

    by Howard Zinn

    After years of listening to other peoples' lies, you decided you've
    had enough. Now you're out to tell it like it is, with all the gory details and nothing
    left out. Instead of respecting leaders, you want to know what the common people have to
    offer. But this revolution still has a long way to go, and you're not against making a
    little profit while you wait. Honesty is your best policy.


    Take the Book Quiz
    at the Blue Pyramid.



    Current Mood: optimistic
    Current Music: The Misfits - Scream
    Sunday, February 15th, 2004
    1:46 am
    And I'm West Virginia smitten. I think.

    Current Mood: hopeful
    Current Music: Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes
    1:41 am
    So, Sven is here. I don't know how I feel right now. But it's good. Maybe. Ahh! I don't know! Brain aneurysm!!!

    Current Mood: confused
    Current Music: Something Vague - Bright Eyes
    Sunday, February 1st, 2004
    3:53 am
    I'm awake. I'm insomniafied. I'm alone. How do these things happen?

    Current Mood: lonely
    Current Music: An Acoustic Miss Misery
    Monday, January 26th, 2004
    12:51 am
    With turpentine kisses and mistaken blows...
     Tattoo... tentatively.

    And I will be waiting to write the great indelible poem. - lawrence ferlinghetti

    Current Mood: melancholy
    Current Music: Smashing Pumpkins - Cupid de Locke
    Sunday, January 25th, 2004
    10:50 pm
    Mmmmmm...
     So I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. Who wants to give me money?

    Current Mood: indescribable
    Current Music: Smashing Pumpkins - Farewell and Goodnight
    Sunday, January 18th, 2004
    9:23 pm
    The next installment...
     to You, in Slumberous Brevity (Chap. 19)

    you sleep all wrong.
    sheets and hearts twisted around.
    But I know the real wrinkles.

    to You, in Vitamin E Brevity (Chap. 20)

    you're not so Suave
    or so soft
    that I can't hear the unspoken suffixes to your sentences
    so be rough, dry, cracked
    be honest

    to You, in Rainbow Brevity (Chap. 21)

    Red light district
    Orange neon
    "I can't believe I'd love something as yellow as you."
    because I put the green in your panties
    and my lips and your eyes are turning blue
    with the Indigo Girls playing in between your ears.
    And your purple heart has no visibly corresponding scar.

    Current Mood: gloomy
    Current Music: Op Ivy - Freeze Up
    Friday, January 16th, 2004
    1:17 am
    Hmmm.....
     Wow. This past hour has been such an interesting mix of feelings. Extreme anxiety to extreme relief to mellow-tiredness to some of the most intense grief I've experienced to introspection with a hint of sad tossed in there. Hmmm...

    Current Mood: confused
    Current Music: Ani Difranco - 32 Flavors
    Monday, January 12th, 2004
    3:46 pm
    So I registered today. Intro to Creative Writing, Stonecarving, Physics I, American Political Thought, and Basketball. Nice. And now I'm left with nothing. I got nothing.

    Smile and write.

    Current Mood: contemplative
    Current Music: Cursive - Shallow Means Deep Ends
    Sunday, January 11th, 2004
    7:18 pm
    Does anyone else feel weird at the moment? Quite the cascade of mutated emotions.

    Current Mood: pensive
    Current Music: Bright Eyes - Something Vague
    Wednesday, December 17th, 2003
    6:55 pm
    The Next Issue
     to You, in Pensive Brevity (Chap. 17)

    The Birkenstituents and Lay-Z-Gender Non Specifics
    got me down.
    but I love the way smoke
    can and will play across glass
    like you did that cold night
    in the snow
    in my dream.

    to You, in Restless Brevity (Chap. 18)

    And now I'm sitting alone again,
    Packed up room, packed up heart,
    because the grass snows I notice
    The walls speak, I'm silent.
    I'm burning my innocense
    because I can't take the smell of optimism anymore.

    Current Mood: jealous
    Current Music: The Clarks - Penny on the Floor
    Monday, December 15th, 2003
    3:03 pm
    Too little sleep {And now this smile has a bitter curve, and now these eyes are unenchanted}
     Oh man... tiredness is setting in. It's spawning the introspection. And there's still noone around to talk to. I'd sleep, but that's not a possibility. Two classes to go til the end of my internment for the term. And I need to talk.

    Current Mood: pensive
    Current Music: the Lawrence Arms - Brickwall Views
    Sunday, December 14th, 2003
    5:51 pm
    Another installment in my book...
     to You, in Emotional Brevity (Chap. 7)

    Smile.
    Twitch eye open.
    Eyebrow curve, lip drop, nostril flare, pupil dilate
    Frown anger jealous shake cry disappointed.
    Touch arm gently.
    Smile.

    to You, in Alliterated Brevity (Chap. 8)

    [Pangaea penumbra]
    Soft sheets, beddy-by blankets.
    Surreptitious smile, emoted eyes
    Wishful whims
    Nighttime naivety.

    to You, in Perfect Writing Brevity (Chap. 9)

    You’re my current pen.
    You’ve not been chewed yet.
    You’re my paper music muse.
    You’ve got all the components.

    to You, in Weeping Willow Brevity (Chap. 10)

    Intelligent
    Dynamic, everflowingmovingflying arms
    Beautiful.

    to You, in Year-Round Brevity (Chap. 11)

    April’s sleeping.
    She won’t wake yet.
    Summer’s wasted, pretending to be above it all, pretentiously drunk.
    May’s got her good girl legs spread to the sky.
    December’s smoking pot with a fish, feeling the good vibrations and bad citations.
    And you’re my only faithful season.

    to You, in Brevity (Chap. 12)

    Your words hit my hand
    and
    my hand hit the wall
    and
    the wall hit back
    and
    the wall bit my flesh
    and
    the wall wouldn’t move.

    to You, in Cinematic Brevity (Chap. 13)

    The moth ridden seats
    and your thrifts tore army surplus overcoat.
    I paid and you hugged me.
    You laughed at the screen and I watched you.
    We smiled.

    to You, in Kitchenette Brevity (Chap. 14)

    You’re too cool for habanero,
    Too interesting for oregano,
    Too powerful for parsley,
    Too sweet for garlic.
    But I’d like to think
    I make your favorite sauce.

    To You, in Goodwill Brevity (Chap. 15)

    Halfway between the sweaters and shirts
    You found my hand.
    By the time we got to the books
    You’d located my mouth.
    And before the cash register,
    In front of the temporarily unavailable dressing room,
    You snatched my heart.

    to You, in Open-Mouthed Brevity (Chap. 16)

    Chapped lips
    Tearing at the corners.
    Tobacco stained tongue
    Licking your wounds.
    Trembling uvula
    Singing your eyes.

    soulovemote

    Current Mood: confused
    Current Music: Dashboard Confessional - Living In Your Letters
    5:32 pm
    2 Lists
     Things that I enjoy:

    1. Being on a writing binge
    2. The beautiful, awesome, amazing, wonderful, splendid, terrific, gorgeous snow we've been having.
    3. My current playlist consisting of: Dan Bern, Ani Difranco, Bright Eyes, The Postal Service, The Lawrence Arms, Dashboard Confessional, One Man Army, Goldfinger, Piebald, Rilo Kiley and Rufus Wainwright.
    4. Knowing that my studying for Political Philosopy has been more or less done.
    5. That picture of you.

    Things that I don't enjoy:

    1. Militant Vegans. Anyone militant for that matter.
    2. Your non-presence.
    3. Being poor, meaning I can't buy good gifts for Christmas.
    4. My self-confidence and lack of self-esteem.
    5. My inability to express my feelings at the important times.

    Current Mood: introspective
    Current Music: Dan Bern - Oh Sister
    Saturday, December 13th, 2003
    12:55 pm
    the next installments...
     to You, in Brevity (Chap. 3)

    A Random Song on a random night.
    You're 10 minutes and a million miles gone.
    But you made a dynamic quick change impression.

    to You, in Brevity (Chap. 4)

    I want you to teach me to dance.
    I know you're not allowed.
    But you cha-chaed, swung and dipped to the front of my brain.

    to You, in Brevity (Chap. 5)

    You fit into me
    like a hook in a haystack.
    A flaming hook
    a petroleum based haystack.

    to You, inrunonbrevity (Chap. 6)

    hopesoar and sleepines.
    Timemits platoniceaselessleep.
    Yourealityearnsopenly.
    I: wantopenightsmile.
    In. You.

    Current Mood: hopeful
    Current Music: Godhead doing Elanor Rigby
    12:47 pm
    Tell me something that I haven't heard, I want to hear how it sounds...
     Add a page and a half of mellowdrama, a dash of youthful optimism and 2 quarts of ambivalency and you got yourself my current casserole of emotion. Like a midnight debauchery of drunken folly, I'm falling fast. My nightlife embers glowing brightly might help guide you out of your mire of restless self-conscious. My smokie filled lungs are singing your face, an octave off, maybe, a bit flat, perchance but at least I spelled your name right htis time. 3 questions at a time, I'm discovering the religion of you. I'm a Buddhist of your words, I follow the Tao of your pen, I'm a believer in the golden idol of your smile, I get dogmatic at your undivided attention. But I'm a fanatic in control, trying to keep a safe distance in case that gld flakes off to reveal more marble, austere, beautiful, cold and I'm hoping this idol's not false because I'm building a tower and I think we still speak the same language. And I don't want to be this smitten this fast and I don't want to be jealous of the other suitors, but it's still that feeling that strikes at 2:27 AM. EST.
    etc.
    My chips are played, and you're eating them as fast as I can refill my pineapple pizza sense of adventure. I think I want you to spend the night, I'll break your fear and love yoru quirks with a nicotine smile, a special delivery Postal Service song and a comfortable darkness. I'm writing to stave off the onset of feeling because feeling you is too good to be pure, too warm to be wonderful, but the teakettle's whistling. You know what time it is. I want your scars to speak, I want your words to cry, I want an epic saga of your eyes.
    I want to be your three
    word sentences.

    Current Mood: thoughtful
    Current Music: The Postal Service - Sleeping In
    12:45 pm
    Cut my hands loose so I can write again. The Birkenstituents got me down, preachin that prayer and livin my life. I've lost twenty minutes and my faith in what I had figured out.

    Current Mood: quixotic
    Current Music: The Postal Service - Nothing Better
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