I just wanted to share that I am surrounded by beautiful people:  my friends are flawed with impatience and emotional inconsistencies, but that's why I love them.  Their imperfections craft them into people that I admire and cherish, but most of all cherish me.  Everyday there are new unique qualities revealed right before my eyes and they remind me how lucky I am to have them. Thank you guys.

<Is everybody happy now? Is everybody clear?>

There is a line outside my door; the magician, the poet, and the doctor all wait in earnest, peaking out behind windows and curtains. Little voices telling me to turn left or right, jump through hoops and bend over backwards--well I can tell it's going to be a long winter.

Maybe I should say my prayers and light my self on fire and walk out on the wire once again.

I'm not superman--don't ask me to fly or ride horses around a ring. My pockets are full of kryptonite.

isn't it funny?
how we sit in a bathroom for each other
wondering if this is the end
how we beg for keys
screaming but really just praying

oh the halarity

 ha ha ha

the great war for the empire has arrived; which side are you on?

there is nothing wrong but nothing good to say.
i guess that is something in itself.

I think that this is scary.

and you're too thin for me to believe, but i'll believe it anyways.

i hope it rains again, then we can go tell more stories when it's really nice out.
i love this.

the other day some guy drove up, knocked on the window and said, "it looks like your having a bad day" and hands me a plant.

his name was Justin. he had short blonde hair, soft eyes, large but tender hands, and a reassuring voice; and it was the creepiest, but sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.

just waiting for the daylight to come crawling in on me.

fix your hair just right
put your jeans on tight
or wear a dress
so i can get it off
real easy

thank you Justin

this change i've been feeling doesn't make the rain fall

i've reconsidered everything.
                                          looking back at my ghost.

As the kings of boredom

We ruled as we knew how

Or at least as long as our curfews

Would allow

i'm going home despite, that [you] are right.
         . . . . . . . maybe . . . . . . .

i spoke to god in a bathroom stall today, he was in my sunglasses.