Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
a full day


(reverse chronological)
listened to the wind try to blow down my house
post-modern theory over pizza
walked through a blizzard
critiqued resumes for $$$$
painted horrible color charts/loathed painting/college art classes continuously muddy creativity
became obsessed with Marcel Duchamp
obsession with the style of mechanical eroticism
drew my first sketch of " Lady Godiva" piece
called about a job
Hamline taught me what it means to have a sense of "Self"
woke up late
Monday, March 9, 2009
they call them killer whales for a reason

to hear from you rustles up the sediment at high sea. my survival is murky. i am the man without a country. Missing in Action. in my head i float aimlessly high. with a fear of heights and deep water. i guess in the middle is where i should be. by day, i wait with a glaciers patience. at night i speak to whales, and they ask me to forget you right before they go in for the kill. please, don't forget me when im stuck in a great white belly. my organs scattered, a proper funeral at sea. but i'm not all there...you still have something that belongs to me and i will need it someday if you can't hold it properly.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
my new favorite.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
it's march...
and i am done worrying about how you feel.
bashing my head against the wall over a boy.
how silly, how childish.
i'd pick me. any day.
you picked an ogre.
bashing my head against the wall over a boy.
how silly, how childish.
i'd pick me. any day.
you picked an ogre.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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