Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Pardons packed the prey, left learning our lessons. Congestion tracked the fray, learning about what we're destined. Willow and wallow condones the deed, partitions compound the fracture. Hark and bound to be the steed, but unwilling to listen to conjecture.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Based on demeanor and the subjective stance of value, while free basing my own existence, and left with the temperament of someone awakened in the middle of R.E.M., I walk. And I walk this loosely choreographed path from synapse to sinew in an almost epileptic siege climaxing without the foresight to see. Defying death through the ability to with stand all holds barred contests disbarring a withering wonderer of questionable fortitude thus I stand. Pushing off the mirrors that reflect and detract enumerious angles that defract and neglect a barrier of compulsion that keeps myself warm.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
looking for a relief from this problematic outlook on life for sometime. It was only then that I realized just how sincerely I needed this. Confused speech patterns seemed to pile out of her mouth more like mumbo jumbo than any coherent sense of language. If she had told me this was heaven, I would have believed her. And for the most part, it could have been true.
Just after she had touched down, it occurred to me how unique a name such as Evangeline is. Most people would shorten it to Lilly, I asked about her last name. Evangeline informed me she didn’t care much for last names.
“All the great ancients are all known by a single name,” she said. “Socrates, Aristotle and Homer – all known by one name. Peopole would never look up to a great philosophical genius by the name of Aristotle Johnson.”
We both shared a chuckle at the absurdity. I began thinking of this moment as an honestly lucid event in the course of my life. The sunshine itself seemed to create a haze around the trees lingering on the edges of this field. With that, everything else in the vicinity was lined with this bright gleaming. Though I hadn’t smoked in almost five years, I could still remember what it was like to be high standing in a field in the middle of the afternoon. Unsure what has just occurred and curious about what will happen next. Evangeline seemed of a magical sort, she appeared to know things, know things about life and anything else relevant or not. And I knew nothing of the sort. I was a blank slate waiting to be filled with an ocean of knowledge I never could have known existed. Her presence was a gift to me from some unknown being dangling above me. I was grateful for every second we would share together.