Sunday, January 20, 2013

superconnected

where do they all come from

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for all our screens and strings and sites
it seems our loneliness has only multiplied
polished sorrows, see how they sparkle
see how they shine
the wires echo, unravel
emptiness magnified
glass mouths open wide
caress'd by winds
tympanic, cavities amplified

Saturday, January 19, 2013

fire eye'd boy / the girl from ipanema

the sun spills across the pavement. she wears her smile like a summer dress. her giggles are raindrops. sometimes i hold my hand out to catch them but they always disappear. she always knows the quickest routes on account of how much she hates traffic lights - avoids them like the plague. she calls her bass kim. she loves taking the train and eating fast food. she has trouble pronouncing the words 'antarctic' and 'arbitrary'. she has two brothers but rarely talks to them; they moved out early, before the internet was invented, so by the time they settled down and email came around an irrevocable distance had been established. we go over to her parents' house maybe two or three times a year and have dinner together. christmas, easter, her birthday - it's always the same routine. we'd get the bird and prepare the stuffing while her mom would make her signature mushroom soup and garlic bread. once, a couple of years ago on her birthday, she broke down crying on the way home. i stopped the car and asked her what was wrong but she said it was nothing. she dabbed her eyes dry and we drove home in silence. that night i started wondering if she had, at some point, hidden herself, and whether i had ever really found her.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

浦原 / all hooked up


I'm just comin' here to come down
I could be here
I could move town
Put masseuse right on the guest list
Saw my passport
Became weightless
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I've spent so much time travelling at ferocious speeds into the future; what if I wake up at an airport one day and find that my life is over?

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Three months in the sun and then nine dreary moons underwater; sometimes I wonder which is my real life

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knowing the ending is not the same as finishing a story

Friday, January 11, 2013

self interest

Found this while rummaging through some old files and folders. I must've been about fifteen when I wrote this. I guess things haven't really changed all that much since then; in some ways, I think I'm more like myself now than I was a year or two ago, only less suspicious of sentiment; more vulnerable to joy - a little more argumentative, perhaps a little more impatient. I care about more people than I did back then, while caring less about the people I shouldn't. Somehow, I'm glad this letter is unfinished; I think it says more this way

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

I had a dream like this once but you weren't crying and I was taller

- where were u planning on going anyway?
- dunno.   somewhere
- that sounds promising

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songs for the new year: (if you're into that sort of thing)
feist - bittersweet melodies
feist + little wings - look at what the light did now
cartoons - witch doctor
motion city soundtrack - worker bee / the future freaks me out
hiraga sachie - enoshima
gd + top feat park bom - oh yeah
girls generation - i got a boy
asian kung fu generation - atarashii sekai
tokyo jihen - atarashii bunmei kaika

Long Revision

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