Oh a place. It all happened so fast and slow. Absence, but never gone. My invisible friend, talking and talking again.  Like a hiccup. Hanging upside-down  with the blood rushing to my head the sonic boom of you the insides letting me know what I really felt as the dizziness set in and straighten up straight up to revisit the skies once flown to show my palms empty up and full of blood that beats...

Anyone feel like a game of Babelfish?

I do. Only I can put it through more paces at Google Translate, so I'll do it this way: English-Chinese (Simplified)-Finnish-Indonesian-Hindi-Greek-English. I'll use Beatles lyrics. First one to guess gets a ficlet of his or her own choosing. (ETA: Google is apparently a far better translator, as several I tried almost resembled themselves in the end. Almost .) (ETA2: All guessed) Ficlets: ...

my photographs aren't going to save the world they aren't going to hang in galleries or above couches my photographs won't make you cry or laugh they won't make you want to be a better person either my photographs are a way for me to try and understand the world in which i live and if someone else sees how i sees and appreciates them well i suppose i am successful what is success? i don't know...

She says "maybe you're the type that gives up easily" But maybe i was once the type that doesn't give up easily, until I got tired and gave up. Maybe i'm so used to everyone walking out of my life that it doesn't budge anymore Maybe the only ones I fight for are the ones who are willing to do the same... What if I havn't found much of those? Does it matter to even get attach to anyone? Even if...

hilltop

i'm hungry. i'm pushed, i'm urged to climb to this golden hilltop, this flashing climax so that i will have nowhere to go but down. my fingers are chapped and bleeding, my tongue tied in knots around the confusion in my head. i twirl aimlessly around the truth and i dodge the bullets of pain with a canvas of self-deceit. it hurts me. i'm trapped in a body that i won't claim it isn't, ...

This is an open confession. I

Mini FST

Showtunes + Discedo = obvious. ...Actually, though, "Hello Hello" is the only track that matters. >> Like, the only one that's on here remotely seriously. Everything else is just because my taste in music is weird. It's a Hard Knock Life | Annie & Orphans FACT: Discedo sucks and people like to say so. cotton blankets, instead of wool! empty bellies, instead of full! it's a hard-knock ...

House: Das Staffelfinale

Eben wurde mir bewusst, dass letzte Woche das StaffelFinale lief... Die vorletzte Folge hatte ich verpasst; mir kam es aber eher vor, als hätte ich zwischendurch ne halbe Staffel verpasst o.O Fand noch wer das Finale, hm, trau ich mich es zu sagen, grottig? Also nicht speziell als Folge grottig, sondern als Staffelfinale grottig. -Wobei, das nimmt sich eigentlich wenig. Übertrieben, emotional ...

Baby or not I know I leave you everyday and you look at me wishing I wouldn't but I have to, I need work to keep me sane and I need to visit the sanctuary in my mind I know the future that I'm planning means more work and more sacrifices and more time away from you but I do this all for you, so you can never be without I know how hard it is to be alone and have only yourself to count on but as ...

Vote!

I'm having a fantastic day. Woke up early, took a shower, searched for my voting establishment for HOURS found one, waited, found out I was at the wrong one, went back to my dorm, met up with my roommate, realized how close my voting establishment actually was, voted, went to Coolidge Corner, picked up my VEGAN HEMP SNEAKERS!, picked up Variant Sex Woman and Fun Home , ate a crepe, flirted...