strange days

I was just reading an article on Current.com that totally blew my mind. The labor ministry in Japan is enforcing laws that encourage more "family time." You got it, mandatory sexy-time on the isle of Japan. After Durex did a study on the sex drive and culture of Japan they found out that the Japanese were exponentially less likely go get down and do the nasty than the global average. Their sinking population is running the country down into risky waters. So, gettin' horizontal will hopefully boost their population levels back up and they can be sustained. It's probably not a bad time for the Japanese to have more sex. In light of their recent economic collapse (or almost collapse), perhaps a little slap and tickle would raise the national morale. Just something to think about...

updating via iPhone... I sold out everyone haha

it's 8:41 am

and I'm sitting alone in the office for what will probably be a very long day. Everything is humming, I hear the refrigerator in Studio 1, the copier, 3 of the 4 hard drive towers... Any minute now the phone will ring and honestly, I don't want to answer.

These days I find myself
sinking slow down into my chair,
hair mussed twirled 'round finger,
thoughtless I blink and breathe.

My cuticles are dry and worn,
knuckles arthritic and sore,
cold weather beaten I'm blank
and lonely, skin peeling away.

Creases by my finger tips
tell stories of every object
I've caressed, frigid hands,
I fold up like an envelope.

My life is a schedule of hats
and missing bobby-pins,
mismatched socks and lukewarm
coffee, stained mug and all.

There are nightly fevers,
and dreams, but mostly cold sweat,
beads forming, nape of the neck
back pain shivers down the spine

These dreams are mine
they'll stop in time
when I cut the line
between you and I.

pree - tee givin'

yr in my kichin eetin mah stuffinz

New York, I love you but you're bringing me down.

For the first time in my life I didn't really enjoy my visit to the city. I don't know if it was the frigid air, lack of available taxis, strange assortment of people I was with, the high prices of everything, and just a (recent) general distaste for that whole scene -- but I had such a wrenching feeling in my gut about it all that I packed up and split to go home this afternoon, not without paying a $15 surcharge to leave today instead of tomorrow like my bus ticket proved I had originally planned. In a very crowded bus that wreaked of hot wings and hair grease, I curled up and patiently awaited my arrival in Atlantic City. The woman from Queens who sat next to me was fidgety as all hell but nice enough, and In Rainbows made the ride a little better. Other than two wonderful meals, one at Bread and the other at Westville, I think I'll stay put for a while.

ms callender --- the ghost of english past

I promise by 2 min 30 sec it's worth it.

epilogue to eucharist

pulse

Swift is the way my hips move
as I gravitate toward your space
on the bed,

and it is magnetic--
how I long to lock your rib cage
with mine, and

I want to see each breath you take,
watch as the massive pockets of air
press their faces up & underneath
your clear skin, hair spotted.

You are living somewhere between
my legs, where truly few
have been,

hot and full of one kind of love
or another,
so much that it hurts.

Both you and your ghost seem to draw the blood
from my limbs and hold it somewhere
in the center, and the parts of me

that crave you most---
they are warm and ready
to take you in.

You are the rush from
my thighs to my eyes that screams
like a fire that blazes.

You are the numbness in my toes
as my head lilts backward
onto your pillow,

leaving an imprint you will sleep in later---

you are the one who comes
and stays there

ch ch ch changesssss

I'm really excited to go away this weekend.

I'm totally stoked on this adorrrrrable boy I know.

My hair's been behaving itself.



YEAH BRA, what could be better?

daughters of the soho riots - the national

I have your good clothes in the car
So cut your hair so no one knows
I have your dreams and your teeth marks
And all my fingernails are painted

I'm here to take you now

You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference
Everything I can remember
I remember wrong

How can anybody know
How they got to be this way
You must have known I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

I don't have any questions
I don't think it's gonna rain
You were right about the end
It didn't make a difference

I'm here to take you now

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots
Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

I'm here to take you now

How can anybody know
how they got to be this way
You must have known I'd do this someday
Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love
And be forgiven by the time my lover comes
Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love

YES WE CAN

it's all good now =]

hope? nope.

Please help me decide what to do tomorrow because I've got an awful, wrenching feeling in my gut telling me that either way I'm making the wrong decision.