You probs can't see but the side of my 2011 diary is foiled in silver. I thought, "it's about time I graffed one of my personal daily use items." If I want to be a real graffer and all. Y'know.

i envy girl cartoonists


my little amnesias

I keep forgetting people like me, it's a real shame.

couple gems

"You're never gonna get that corner office until you start treating him as an equal. And no one will tell you this, but you can't be a man. Don't even try. Be a woman. It's powerful business when done correctly."

"My son lives in a cloud of success. But it's my success. Perhaps when that evaporates and he has his face pressed against the reality of a sidewalk he'll be of value to someone."

- Madmen



what is it with these people?
what are they all here for?
money's worth nothing no more.
buildings are built to sell.
i'm not the kind who holds onto value,
but i'm imprisoned by a noteless worth.


often the back window
becomes my TV
i watch the bamboo shrill


sometimes it's easy
to drink up a silent juice
and sturdy, rebuild
the self-sufficient field.


the unbearable gay-ness of being

"What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.'"

- Nietzsche, The Gay Science 



I'll find the pigeon in captive. I'll find it and put it inside my pocket. Life knocks and jumps at the slightest things like a frightened animal. Gaining the facilities are easy, but it is just as equally easy (and hard) to lose them, leave them dusting on the window pane. Things can't always be the same, no matter how hard they try. And by they I mean all of us. It's not a musical re-enactement, it is more tortuous and slightly more humorous than that - the everyday. Courageous brains don't melt twice the same. They reconstruct the factual inside of them and try to go from there. But I'm not going anywhere just yet with that. It's easy to take a slope. A rolling roller coaster or some equally measurable escape route. The hard bit is staring at yourself straight in the face, for long periods, without letting the surface shiver or blister in a thousand egos.