hell holy spiders.

bored too.

spare parts.

collected and reassembled. now in working order. in other words, i am bored. three cheers.

take your pills.

finish  this. love the man.

celtics game one.

why not?

moremoneymoreproblems.

just got a letter in the mail saying i got $2,750 coming my way. need about 1 grand for classes this summer. then i want to fly away someplace pleasant and unknown. you want to fly somewhere? also found out i need beginner spanish II to graduate, so i am enrolled in II of never taken I. 

*eat wendy's go wraps. i eat them EVERYDAY.

ollie warned me it's a mean old world.

almost zero human interaction thus far this weekend, save for the cable guys. which hardly counts.

a five act play (act VIII).

wls standby. agenda.
-michael clayton & into the wild.
-possible work saturday, save $ make $.
-write a letter from herbert marcuse to karl marx (1400-1600 wds.)
-get oil changed (defintely).
-get outdoors some.
-drink some.
-and listen to this which i just ordered on 180 gram vinyl.

bard.

consume, consume, boom.

out of one residence and into another. more once established in the neighborhood. lost in the lack of cable television and high speed internet connection. big plans due to no common killers of productivity. school related items will take priority, causal reading, bicycle ride, clean car, clean clothes, get that oil changed. as if. at 9:30 p.m. sharp i am driving to my mother and father’s to see what is going down this week in la la land.

who?

wok-n-roll regular.

perhaps, one future day i will look back at this and think of how depressingly bland and routine my life was, and how much i loved food.

get your mind set...confidence will lead you on.

this is the way the world ends.

WLS. total date. 08.

stella minor.

point to what hurts.

double team bikes and stinky's coming soon.

movie ideas.

tonight, after taking an exam the good dr. gave the class an assignment. we were to visit www.myfootprint.org, and take a silly survey which displays if you are contributing enough to the filth of the earth. the results tell you the size of your ecological footprint and the amount of planets necessary to sustain life if everyone lived like yourself. i was a size 16 with 3 1/2 planets needed. the professor was a size 28 with 8 1/2 planets needed. what am i doing wrong? all this after eating take out chinese from a styrofoam container with a plastic fork.



maybe you can live on the moon in next century. that was my fortune?

the weight of a wooden leg.

"you are the strangest person i've ever known."

love, hate, how i got drunk last night.

friday night.

countdown.

the hills premiere. frozen pizza pregame.

i stopped being a kid when i was five.

motorcycle boy (still) reigns.

keep the spirits high.

easter sunday: need to spend a significant amount of time with this.

instead find myself tranced into this.


in other words, i need to master chapters on subjects such as sea law, air law, space law, human rights and the international criminal court. however, i cannot seem to get off the couch and away from a prancing hippie musical on the gospel of st. matthew.

soon i will read while listening to earth - the bees made honey in the lion's skull. check it if reading, driving, wandering lost. be patient, it will come.

looong weekend out.

braceface.

my mother stopped by the house today. out of the kindness of her more than generously sized heart she decided to wage a full on war against the filth in which her two sons + t. porter reside. she had the day off work. she had many objections upon entrance and a proper look around. among the most pressing were:

a christmas tree, a bottle of whiskey that looked like a molotov had been attempted, my shower, and a wide array of fireworks both real and cheap chinese.

sometimes you find long since forgotten objects behind a 4 month old christmas tree. this includes sounds that will forever remind me of the number 280 and a place called space.







*she also drank tom's beer.

assume the position.

tentative summer schedule:

metropolitan politics.
urban & regional planning.
the vietnam war.
history of american journalism.

and that is it. officially. i will have graduated from college. then what?

consider - law school, graduate school, get a job, keep a job, abandon all hope, continue existence as is, munich, tehran, des moines, newfoundland, new york city, the patagonia, cuban exodus, dodge the draft, write a book, read a book, throw a party, drive south, fly north?

time will tell and i am open for ideas. soon.

i just wasn't made for these times.

once i start, i can't stop. highlights of the night, of the night. not of the light.




layered folky, and white boy rappy.

now i will do that thing where before you know it, you have eaten an entire sleeve of ritz crackers.

three day weekend. coming, not going.

ophelia.

lazy saturday. r & r. blues my mind. the weather is nice. window is open.

itchy itch.

working hard/hardly working.

adam was building something this evening. i am not sure what. a work table of sorts.
ultimately, i think it was a failure. bah.

priest of love.

still optimistic.

the sky cries water.

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

i have been listening to jack johnson's take on this dylan song at least twice a day for some time now. well done.

still patient.

your hand in mine.

always. high school football. life.

yoknapatawpha co.

“he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.”

WF. sole proprietor and owner.

twist oh! fate.

shared visions of.

borrowed visions of: empty room. a view. bare walls. wooden floors. record player. still exist.

this life? another life?

late nights should last forever.

v.d. 08.

perfect divines.

crayons.

aufgehoben.

(i) all things move toward a definite end. (often perfection).
(ii) the end is what determines the process.
(iii) the end is implicit in the beginning.

i am awake, don't let me go back to sleep.

(lifted).

molly's monologue.

"heart of my heart, were it more,
more would be laid at your feet."

77/77/7777.

just incase.