help support yer local artists.

i hope i go out clutching a top 10 list of stevie wonder songs.

album of the nite: the dismemberment plan - emergency & i (thank you, gm).

sunday nites are the slowest. been working on the book since noon, feeling overwhelmed & most certainly as tho i've had three too many cups of coffee. broke for an hour of good conversation w/ …

a momentary monument to an island of itself.

woke up today in mad love w/ this city.

sidewalks - snow-ridden & narrow, cracked from thousands of monomaniacs who've treaded before me. i made my way thru the white toward a caffeinated fibroblast: something sweet to tempt my tissue, to unite those nervous …

the scent of winter apples, hoarfrost & linen.

they are so persistent, that give them a few stones
and edible roots, and they will build the world.
((czeslaw milosz))

i'm torn between two lovers tonite: milosz & rilke. they tug on the translucent strings that run from my shoulders into the tips of my fingers & …

amputations.

and i look around at this apartment: windows, doors, faded yellow counter tops, cabinets creaky in hard rain, smoke stains stopped dead in their deathly tracks at the edges of tarnished frames - harboring photos of times we had when time was no measure. i think of the …

the people vs. bel biv devoe.

two posts in one day (woot). had a conversation about an hour ago with the girl who made my coffee at starbucks (something frou frou, something minty - i don't think i'll be having it again) and we came to the subject of Slowdown, the saddle creek crew, and tonite's …

abelard turns to eloisa in a dream.

there are so few pleasures in life which compare to the taste of chai & espresso in the morning. i think i'd like to have that engraved across my headstone.
either that or: here lies molly; she smoked too much.

yesterday was a series of strange events, all …

acting indifferent at the merch booth.

i see a thin stream of bright light spilling onto the floorboards from behind a bolted door. standing stark naked raving mad amidst heavy traffic with screamers and pushers and passive passenger sides looking back at buildings in which they might never sleep well again. …

first impressions.

perhaps the most difficult thing, for me, about writing a book is the looming threat of one day having to procure a first line. it's something i've been avoiding since i started this story nearly three years ago. as the words come together, pushing …

goodbye (forever)?

it isn't enough...

it isn't enough that i looked up at you from three feet below yer shoulders, wishing only to see a fraction of you in my eyes in years to come. it isn't enough that i practiced until my fingers bled from stray shards of beat fleeing madly to the …

back off, man - i'm a scientist.

as Halloween nite slowly approaches, my desire to create top 5 lists grows steadily toward overwhelming proportions... i suppose feeding the monster is the best way to avoid an untimely death (if the monster does, indeed, need numerically-organized paragraphs and …

in which i watch a horror movie all by myself

well, i've done it: i have watched a horror movie all alone and i have survived.

honestly, i can't believe i've never done this before. i love to be scared, halloween is (above all) my favorite holiday, and i'm the proud owner of a small library of scary movies. …

a stolen summary.

i've borrowed this blog activity from a friend on myspace.
in short: an attempt to summarize myself
(and the ways in which i view the world)
in five quotes or less.

grazie, jaimss.

5. "if you cannot be kind, be vague." -seen on a road sign in van buren. …

streams.

somewhere along the line, i just stopped writing.

notebooks/compositions piling up in a closet closed and locked with a key shaped like chicago. i tucked the words away, surrendered myself to the pushandshove of daily living working sleeping fucking feeling hungry …