the kinetic and ephemeral; divination, constellation mythology, collecting pennies, alchemy, that one great last line of a poem, windows left ajar, clairvoyance, diane arbus, flat coke/cheap whiskey, moral relativism, the beddian theorem, what ifs, dictionary wotd, haikuery, any and all mac applications, Xing out calendar squares, biographies of sordid and/or drunken authors.
Music
the many melancholy masterpieces.
Movies
the real and surreal: fellini, bergman, the cohen duo.
Spruce Creek High School
Port Orange,Florida
Graduated: 2007
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
Major: wholesomeness
Minor: conartistry
Clubs: amnesty international, the accipiter
i would be an entomologist and stare at bugs all day, just watch them fly and land and try to get out through a closed window, but that one first erratic movement of the once-stationary creature, when your real up-close, just scares me too much.
Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night long and sang their same old Whatif song: Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow talle? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems well, and then the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
Do NOT stop, guy. I know you're telling yourself that she's losing interest and you need to shift down to smoother gears, but that is guy logic. Just keep doing exactly what you're doing all the way back to her place and don't shut that amped up mouth until it's filled with her tongue.
We know it's rude to eavesdrop, but he had a direct line to the floor of the Wacky Fellers Futures Market and we really wanted to know how things are looking for goofballs in the next quarter. Evidently pretty good.
Alright, so I've come to a conclusion you need to come live at home so you can take me to school and fun things such as concerts(Like the one i'm missing @ The House of Blues on the 18th?!) when my Mom's gay and won'tttt.
hey I know this hombre in the movie biz thats outta town right now. i couldn't think of anyone better to have come over with her posse and we can trash the place! and tell that loco chica your sisters with to friend me. her profile won't allow it. how you kickin it now- school, work, play?
haha, it's good. i like it. well, as much as you can really like school. the bus SUCKS. you should move back and like, fail out of college so you have to go back to highschool and go to seabreeze and drive me.
skiing was pretty fun. i have the stomach flu/fever though. i was delirious last night with chills etc. too weak to even move. it wasn't pretty. my stomach still hurts and i have problems digesting. your parents want to hear from you. they called me for info but i had nothing to tell them. hope all is well.
i hope you got to your destination safely and had a good flight. just remember, it's alright to have luggage that's a different size than everybody elses. beware of andean prowling spiders /monkeys /spidermonkeys /thieves. try to send a postcard once in a while if you run off with gypsy bandits. i miss you already, but it comes in waves so i have plenty of time to man-up in between. stay safe!
