A Sign For Morgan...

Inkblot — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 01:26:17 -0400

From a site with pictures of signs badly translated into English:

http://engrishfunny.com/2008/08/31/engrish-used-remake/

I don't even know what they meant.

A List

Inkblot — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 00:49:07 -0400

So, following 5thstory's listmaking example, I am making a list of things I want but cannot have (or cannot have in the near future), for no particular reason, just because it will make me feel better.

-Rice krispie treats

-Lots of coffee

-A bigger bed

-New guitar strings

-Fish and chips

-Condoms

-Top surgery

-A tuxedo

-Better hair

-A night with my girlfriend

Loud Shiny Object

Inkblot — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 19:31:54 -0400

So, I've learned to play 'Science Fiction/Double Feature' on the guitar. It makes me happy. I can now play a grand total of 3 songs. (The other two are 'I Wanna Be Your Dog' and '20th Century Boy'). It's very satisfying, and my guitar makes me feel sexy. It's a shiny black Fender Telecaster, and its ability to make a lot of noise that is completely controlled by me is oddly seductive.

Ovary Death

Inkblot — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 22:24:52 -0400

I hate my ovaries. Not because they are overtly female, or because they hold potential babies or anything like that. But because they result in a period. Which is a week of bleeding and bitching, and (here's the killer) NO COFFEE.

Haiku

Inkblot — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 00:16:44 -0400

Some haiku I wrote after returning from a walk.

Empty coffee cup
Abandoned on the sidewalk
Used up, and tossed out

Many pairs of shoes
Intrinsically animate
But still not alive

Familiar streetlight
Unlit and useless until
Twilight steals in

Silly little boy
Ice cream precariously
Balanced in his hand

A destination
Much more precious than its end
Because windows glow

Dresden Dolls Concert!

Inkblot — Sat, 17 May 2008 21:55:55 -0400

I get to go see the Dresden Dolls tomorrow with my friends. Yay for stripy-socked angst. And I get to wear fishnets and a spiffy hat. So right on.

In other news, hot weather sucks when most of your clothing is black.

Also, puppies are cute, and ice cream is good.

Life is calmer than it has been in a very long time. It's kinda nice.

Noir

Inkblot — Sat, 17 May 2008 14:49:56 -0400

Mind if I corrupt you?, she said
And my mind switched to black and white
It became night time in a big city full of lights and rain
And she took a drag on her cigarette, then tossed the butt into the gutter
Where the lipstick-stained filter fizzled into darkness.

Not at all, I said
And I mentally adjusted my fedora,
Removing a lighter from my coat pocket

A Mess Of Poems

Inkblot — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 01:39:29 -0500

Here's a bunch of poems I wrote tonight while I was in a productive vein.

Modern

I feel very cold
But I might go stand in the rain

I'm not sure I can see
But I might go sit in the dark

I can't feel my legs
But I might feel the need to run away

I feel very fragile
But I might go stand on the highway

I might be insane
But you can call me modern
Or maybe misunderstood,

Oy. I Give In.

Inkblot — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 00:02:05 -0500

Here's me going on about myself:

Eye Color:: Blue
Hair Color:: naturally brown, now fading to peroxide blonde from purple.
Height:: 5'3"ish
Weight:: 130ish
Right handed or Left handed?: right.
Your Heritage:: English, Swedish, German, Irish, Scottish, probably some other European countries. I'm a mutt.
My Worst Habit:: Being way too hard on myself.
Shoe Size:: 8
Pants Size:: No idea.

Baptism And Drowning

Inkblot — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 05:06:45 -0500

The result of a pot of coffee and a weird night.

Baptism And Drowning

Pedagogue

Inkblot — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 00:41:08 -0500

This is about the first man I ever had a crush on (that I realized for what it was), the choreographer for the school play last year.

Pedagogue

The lines of your hands are clear
Elegant and definite
You gesture to the people listening attentively,
Your hands carve the substance of your words
Shaping pictures in the air in front of you,

Sunburn And Sartre

Inkblot — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 22:32:11 -0400

This weekend was the first practice of the school ultimate frisbee team/club. It was completely awesome. I forgot how much I like ultimate frisbee. It's one of the few sports I'm halfway decent at, and the people on the team are ridiculously wonderful, sweet, fun people. The only downside was that my shoulders, face and neck are sunburnt. Which hurts. But oh well.

No Dostoevsky Tonight

Inkblot — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 01:28:47 -0400

A song I wrote, sort of to blow off steam.

No Dostoevsky Tonight

Some nights I can deal
With Raskolnikov
And such
Some nights it seems
That even Wilde
Is too much

There will be no Dostoevsky tonight
No more Russian angst and blight
I had a bad day, and I'm sorry to say
That I can't read Dostoevsky tonight

Some nights I need calm
So I read Neruda
In the dark

Musical Theatre And Innocent Love Doomed

Inkblot — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 21:16:58 -0400

I've been listening to a millieu of music from various musicals of late. Mostly Gypsy and Les Miz. It entertains me, and Ethel Merman seems to counteract depression.

I Felt Dysfunctional...

Inkblot — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 22:43:29 -0400

I'm not sure where this came from, but it's how I'm feeling tonight. It's not about anyone specific, just written to an impulse, a thought, I suppose.

The Masochist's Love Song

Use me, take what you want from me, then cast me away
Hurt me, tear me into pieces so I can finally let myself cry

I'll be whatever you want me to be
Any depraved creature of your twisted fancy