September 30, 2005

She Unplugged Her Phone A Couple Of Weeks Ago And Stopped Talking To All Her Friends And Quit Her Job, For A Three-Month Stretch Of No Human Communication.

The power was the first thing to go off.

Thirteen days in, she tapped her pipes, hoping someone heard her mis-spelled morse code. The carpet was already worn down into careful elliptical shapes.

Before she got her first period, the idea was to litter her balcony with bread-crumbs and catch a pigeon with tupperware, to release it into the air with a note and a map to her apartment tied to its ankle.

Once, late at night, she started a campfire out of legs of furniture and tried to make deep-thought smoke-signals with her ex-boyfriend's bath-towel, and burned her balcony off.

If it weren't for the distended stomach and the blank looks in the mirror, it would've been the best time to get along with his new life.

Posted by dean at 03:47 AM

September 17, 2005

"Are You Poor? Brilliant!"

Posted by dean at 12:44 AM

September 16, 2005

SALIV, Page 178 + 179.

"Your future must differ from your past. The future must always differ from the past."

I knew he was thinking of a man wearing a suit and tie wandering along a beach in Southern California, an aimless man wondering what had happened, what had gone wrong, a man who still planned stratagems.

Posted by dean at 04:01 AM

September 10, 2005

What Do You Call A Procrastinating Soviet?


Posted by dean at 07:34 PM

September 06, 2005

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Posted by dean at 08:25 PM

September 01, 2005

The Tears : "The Asylum".

When I hear the men outside my window kicking down the door,
And all the megaphones are screaming letters of the law,

Would you walk in through the gate and visit me??
Would you please? In the asylum.

When they're counting out the chemicals and doing daily tasks,
Giving out presciption drugs and putting on their masks,

Would you wander through the grounds to visit me?
As they opened up the gates and turned the key,
Would you please? In the asylum.

If they burn my brain away would you understand?
If they tried to hold me down would you hold my hand?
Could you stand, stand the asylum?

Posted by dean at 11:05 PM