Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Love sounds like a good idea.

Friday, December 05, 2003

Save your tears,
Please don’t waste your breath
On a boy who has no fears, or
A love that doesn’t regret
Anything, yet.

Thursday, December 04, 2003

get up and go
bottle up and explode i'm seeing stars
you look at him like you've never known him
but i know for a fact that you have
the last time you cried who'd you think was inside?
....you never show
bottle up and go if you're gonna hide its up to you
i'm coming through

-thanks elliot

Monday, December 01, 2003

Look at his face and see how it glows.

He is seated in front of the computer screen, slanted in his chair. His body is folded forward, it looks crooked or crumpled-he is held together by a series or a string of broken connections that have never failed him up until this very moment, his thumb and ring finger never lose their connection to the sides of the round little optical mouse that slides back and forth, to and fro, side to side, sometimes in jagged little half-circles, sometimes cutting precise lines, sometimes wiggling (or wriggling?) its body to make it look like its humping the desk or like some guy who is lying face down on his bed trying to arouse himself from sleep. The remaining fingers on his hand are resting stiffly upon the-wait, no, not anymore, now they curl and hover, ever so gently, a hair’s breadth above the mouse; they are poised to stroke or caress the half-warm, naked and slightly sticky plastic surface but when the command is given, they twitch to life and jolt and come down upon it with a crashing click, more crashing clicks in staggered succession and another and another and another and another and another.

Can you see? How the head on his left shoulder is propped up by its chin and it teeters and rocks a little on the surface of his upturned thumb that remains locked in place underneath, one end of it attached to his curled hand adjusting in front of his lips to the slack and pull of his wrist and his elbow that pivots and nudges across the desktop, the other end is pushing, staying attached to his jaw-but can you imagine just what would happen if his jaw were to disappear completely with his head? He should beware that he doesn’t end up stabbing himself in the throat or even the heart with that thing. It may sound crazy but let’s face it folks, it’s a disaster that’s just waiting to happen. And for some the wait is over.