In an attempt to increase my writing output, I have assigned myself the challenge of writing one complete poem per day, without exception. In the tradition of fucking myself over, today I have left myself with less than an hour, and continue to waste time by whining about my uselessness on tumblr.
Nick Cave and Rowland S. Howard
Tess Parks at the KPH
It’s been too long since I last watched Ghostbusters. Like, at least seven weeks.
What the fuck are Kasabian insinuating about fans with this new video?
There are footprints in the dirt outside my window that could only have been made since it last rained (fairly recently). There’s also a used tissue on the ground that I did not put there. My window is surround by large trees, and there is absolutely no reason for anyone to enter this area other than to get to my window.
I’m going to die in my sleep, aren’t I?
Self Portrait and heading back to L.A.
As I was writing this post about doors, the song ‘The Door’ by Silverchair came on shuffle and now I am scared because itunes knows too much…