February 2012
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transgressions.
i’m taking everything i can out of you without asking pulling deeply into points of contact and brushing against each moment lifting noises and words and slivers of understanding from everything i take i wrap these fragments into little pockets of meaning that live in the space around me i dig into them push pieces of myself toward you and wait.
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i’ve been taking the F every morning down market when i can, i realized how important it is to see the city in the morning. but it never fails, i always get a little bummed when i’m about two stops away from my destination. because honestly—i could ride the train all day. i totally could.
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i don’t want to write songs, but (maybe, maybe) i want to sing songs again.
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“For those of us from the old Jive Junction crowd who never cared as deeply about contests and prize money as some of our Hollywood brethren, Hal’s philosophy on dancing was a breath of fresh air. We were people who were doing this crazy thing not because it was popular or because it was lucrative or a gateway to stardom, but only because the music just made you go POW… that’s...
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my life is uncontrolled chaos, again.
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