Monday, June 16, 1997

Today I joined the army.
I have no words.
Life will begin or end soon.

Saturday, May 24, 1997

I spent a good deal of today barefoot. The weather was perfect for a bar-bar-bar-bar-ba-bar-bar barbecue! Not bad. The new job at impact images is okay. I still would rather be on computers. I have to get ready to say goodbye again. Katie is leaving for California soon.

Tuesday, May 13, 1997

I start a new job tomorrow. Things shall get done. Bills shall be paid. Strides shall be taken. My life will change. HA HA.
For kicks I'm reading the bible again.
Hey, guess what!
I'm not gonna...
win a million dollars
be a rock star
sell a screenplay
I'm not...
E.E. Cummings
Quentin Tarantino
Henry Rollins
I am not a thing.
I am no thing.
I am nothing.
Nothing else, nothing less, nothing more.
Nothing worth mentioning.
Nothing to worry about.
Nothing worth writing down,
but I do it anyway.

Monday, March 31, 1997

Composition, then decay

Show me your belly
The weakest part
So I can punch through
the skin and use your heart
as my inkwell
So I can use my pen to
burn my brand right onto your bones
I will own you until you die
then I will forget you

Saturday, March 22, 1997

I don't hate any one.
I hate everyone.
The whole wide world.
I hate the world so much it owns me.
I am a slave.
The world got me at auction.
As I hate it, it smiles.
Meanwhile, I seethe.
I sweat like a marathon runner.
So just remember, I'm lying when I smile.

Friday, March 7, 1997

I talk about it all the time. I can't get the desire out of me. Of course, I don't do a fucking thing about it. I want to make music so much sometimes it hurts. I love the feeling and the energy.

Thursday, February 13, 1997

It seems like I only write in this thing when I think I've made some grand decision or I just plain make myself. Two distinct states of mind.

Can you guess which one I'm in now?

Friday, January 3, 1997

I saw Star Wars today.

Sunday, September 8, 1996

Her embrace was a church where the burning incense smelled like memories of childhood summers.

* * * * *

My time is not occupied.
Not looking for a job.
Not looking for a girl.
Not looking for a life.
I am looking for hope.

The problem is, I believe happiness is the path, not the destination. So according to my own beliefs, I am not moving. I am dead right now. It kinda takes the pressure off.