sanctions.

laying belly up on the basketball courts,
the bug parade was never ending.

we discussed war and pointed out the train's echo,
how it called out to suburbia late at night.

the pool's light illuminated the park,and these courts
surrounded by sleeping homes
(and restlessness).

what a way to end the summer.
it was truly beautiful.

i saw water.

tonight I finally bonded with [the band] Tigers Jaw. it's great when such feelings can arise from just listening to a certain band, randomly, on a certain random night. it's a greater feeling to know that doing such a thing as "bonding" with a band is possible, and really quite frankly, awesome when it happens.

it's aurally pleasing as well as mind-easing.

quiet.

did you know that we could make sounds?

I confide in pages
to outlive time.

This week flew by my face. Thursday night already, with the weekend emerging out of deep sleep. I cannot believe it's already close to the end of August. Summer's slipping into a coma, and fast. Come to think of it, the past three hundred and sixty five fucking days have speed-walked through the cracks.

Well at least it was a successful day, musically. And as stated just seconds earlier, the weekend is approaching. I can smile. We can all smile now.

oh, albert!

black lungs.

she smelled like an ashtray at a truck stop off the garden state that hasn't been emptied for 60 years and has just been piling up cigarettes and cigarettes and cigarettes and ash. every time she spoke and/or exhaled my eyes burned. i wish i was kidding, for her sake anyway. my eyes must have mistaken my work setting for a late night bar, i'll tell you that much.

bless that woman's heart.

...and lungs.

start something.

the thought of taking orders from a yellow scrap of metal with 3 colored lights within seems a bit odd to me.