the Trouble with Ruthless Romantics.

battles to create are as vicious as battles to destroy.

I'm password protected.

i can and will survive the pit of darkness that is the next two weeks.

the cleaner and i
groove to the same song
cubicles apart
'gracias' and Jay Z
our epic bond.

in the fog of depression

decisions are hard to reach
answers amorphous
float in the gray
until the spark
of your voice
burns the surface
of my mind

rain speckled lenses.

tonight I'm wondering
which of my traits
will win

the battle for major life decisions.

ghosts of Hiroshima.

i want a more noble beginning
to our renaissance.

don't let someone hold your heart
if they think it's a basketball.

men who believe in something die martyrs.
women who believe in something die single.

Calories and Cavities.

Cairo Book Fairy.

let the candles flicker
until they fade

when you sing, suddenly
they think you can speak.

fingers
against the sheets
against the light

warmth and shadows
play at night

nursing neuroses.

I make friends in strange places.

"Truly, my prayer and my service of sacrifice, my life and my death, are (all) for Allah, the Cherisher of the Worlds. (Surah Al-An'am, verse 162, Yusuf Ali translation.)

the forest

is freedom.

the best entertainment

is to swim through my mind and catch strange imaginary fish.

the trouble with Time

you can melt into days and nights and consider it only a moment.

when you write a song, you can sing it however the hell you want.

Glass covered heart.

Some stories are not allowed to fade.

I can't babysit children, because I'll tell them things like, "If you don't brush your teeth, Satan sleeps in your mouth."

The tree shakes and I turn red.

RrrrawwwwrrrrRRR

NOM NOM NOM

T-Rex ate your house.

forget 500 days of summer.  I want to see a movie called 500 girls named sarah.

I don't understand how people take drugs or get drunk, as the senses are already so intoxicating.

I literally had to turn down the music so I could taste my food.

Stephen Hawking speaks to me by the elevator.

Attack of the post its!

I need bethany to see the rattlesnakes in my path.

Today I got judged by a gas station clerk, made a security guard cry and argued my way out of a conversion attempt by a Buddhist businessman.

Avoid human connection FAIL.