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moving in stereo

unicorns! mars! d&d! i actually enjoy getting associated with these sorts of things. though sometimes i worry that i don’t “do” these things often or deeply enough to justify the tags. so much of it goes on in my head, where others (i assume) cannot see it - but then, i’m not much one for a distinctive “inner” and “outer” voice - i kinda just say what’s on my mind as i’m thinking it, much to the continuing amusement/annoyance/alarm of my lovely wife.

like this “blog” for instance. i write random crap when i feel like it, while she carefully constructs regular missives that target a specific audience and theme. she’d never ramble on about coffee, science and fetishes like, um, i just did. i don’t know if there’s an intrinsic value to either approach - i’m just aware of mine, which is not so much an approach as a mad dash towards the exit. and i’m not certain this is really anything more than masturbation on my part, the kind few want to hear about and none want to witness.

that being said, i maintain a desire this space to *be* something more than what it is. so far, any related energy goes toward flickr and related photo projects, so maybe there needs to be more a bridge in that regard. i blogged with random precision for about five years on secret city, but it petered out somehow after a brief surge (which coincided with my unemployment in the early stages of 2007), as circle of irony has. i’m not giving up, though - i just need to find some focus, and decide what i want this to be, exactly. stay tuned.

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i wish somebody would do something about how needy i am

i would have already assigned myself to having this all end in tears, if not for two things: one, “this” will never end; two, i barely know what “this” is.

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swallow

how’s the old heart today? oh just great fucker thanks so goddamn much for asking

DONT TRY TO FRONT A BROTHER WITH A HEART OF STEEL I GOTS CLANKITYCLANK I AIN’T EVEN USED now that we’ve gotten that out of the way i think it’s time we had sex SMILE AND NOD

don’t think this changes anything. mine didn’t come with any instructions either but you don’t hear me flappin on like a fuckin idiot about some secret pain that NO-ONE-IN-THE-HISTORY-OF-PAIN-HAS-EVER-FELT. get over YOUR GODDAMNSELF ALREADY thx.

[The camera whirs for another 20 seconds or so of awkward silence, then stops with a subdued click. The audience begins to file out almost immediately, looking more relieved than confused.]

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