Rules of Love

1 I do not believe that true love exists.

2 I grant that I may be completely wrong.

3 If it does exist, it will be rare.

4 If I fall into 'true love', I must allow myself to pursue it.

5 If anybody I know falls into 'true love', I must allow them to pursue it. 

6 Even when in 'true love,' mistakes can still be made and problems can still occur.

7 Even if one must hurt another, there are less bad ways of doing it and every effort shall be made to enact these. 

Controlling your world

All I know is that when I close my eyes for the slightest moment their voices drop and there is no sound in the world, and I know if I open my eyes I see that there is no world at all.

How nice it is to be so powerful, to will away entire universes with a blink and whisk everyone back to you with a flutter of eyelashes. 

Never trust your parents.

Time to die I give up on this shit.

Never trust your parents.

Where is tomorrow?
          Can I find it in the sky above and taste it's secrets in drops of rain?
Or is it in the ground beneath me, stolid and unnoticed.

Perhaps it is in the very air I breath,
          and with each inhalation the very first grandfather clock roars -
waves rolling in and retreating.

Morning Haikus

I think haikus must have been created for poets of the morning, when words come out stilted, intermingled with unconsciousness as we wake. How disappointed I was to learn that haikus do not follow a five, seven, five syllable structure! Instead they count on, or counting phonetic sounds in Japanese. Oh well. I shall work with what I know.


Just breathe in and lie
Under a grand useless tree
In a grand meadow.


Ugh phlegm in my mouth.
Regurgitated inside
Body Pollution.

Clinging to each word

Since each word is a moment, a thought, a piece of my life, I cling to them all desperately like I am trying to hold on to my life. I think I shall archive everything and post what seems to have the most value.

In the meantime, my mind is tripping on Crystal Castles. Violent mental shaking and then gentle swaying. Caution: Playing loudly will result in a world of your own.

I will try and paint what they sound like. Be prepared for neon prisms and rainy showers of light.