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Journal: R.I.P. -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual ...Poof... ...Created 2007-02-17 21:05:59

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual I think I may be an existentialist. ...Created 2007-02-14 00:02:23

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Pookong and Jesus!!! ...Created 2007-02-13 23:10:23

Journal: a haibun -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual More socks and more coats and all their clothes at once. A line of delicate mirrors wrapped in blankets during the move. White ghosts tell you everyone is still breathing. The river is still breathing. Inside are the simple dreams of soup and bread and more socks and more coats and more blankets. And these are the people that will tell you that simple dreams are the best dreams. But the grimmer faced ones will tell you that no dreams are the best dreams. And later, the river will breathe blissful life into them, an infallible dreamless sleep.                          winter blue pressure—                          ice swelling                          a full pipe is u n d o n e ...Created 2007-02-07 21:25:17

Journal: haiku/senryu -------------------------------------------Mood: sickly... ugh... bliss; coloring, the dragon’s green scales bleed into the sky unnoticed from lunar-faded pavement: pastel haloed, a bright Saturn-moon dreams lost, the corporate blue heron’s sole desire: to spear your goldfish ink folded, unfolded; the automatic butterfly lies quiet train whistle— a departing soldier’s last goodbye to die an artic death is to drown in anesthetic; harpoon iris ...Created 2007-02-04 20:16:30

Journal: haiku/senryu -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual Since I am trapped in some kind of haiku-/senryu-writing-only world, I thought I would give you a brief explanation of their rules. Haiku: Of or relating to the natural world. Senryu: Of or relating to human nature. 1 - Contrary to popular belief, the 5/7/5 format is not something required for either the haiku or senryu. This was developed merely as a way to introduce the concept to elementary school students. The standard rule for English haiku/senryu is 17 or less syllables, divided over three lines. 2 - Very rarely is a haiku/senryu one run on sentence; they are most often divided into two parts, which is usually denoted by a colon, semi-colon, or dash. These two parts can often appear unrelated, but that is part of the tool: creating resonance between two contrasting images or pieces. 3 - Only proper nouns are capitalized in hiaku/senryu, and they are never closed with punctuation, whether it be a period, question mark or exclamation mark. 4 - And apparently, haiku and senryu are only titled in very rare instances. Hmm... I think that's all the important stuff for now. ...Created 2007-02-02 15:09:16

Journal: infinite man -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual This novel is a month and a half plotted, and I finally broke soil tonight... Edward Leer was a sympathetic man, an undesirable quality for a person of his position, but a quality the service register was oblivious to. It was plausible that he would never have been selected should there be a way to quantify such a thing, but there of course wasn’t, and that is why Edward was selected as an advisor. ...Created 2007-02-01 00:18:05

Journal: ! -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual It's a senryu attack! You cannot defeat it! Mwahahaha!... Mwahahaha!... Mwahahahahahaha COUGH COUGH COUGH hahahmwahaha... erhmm... continue... ...Created 2007-01-31 00:51:33

Journal: -------------------------------------------Mood: Something like restless... The left leg always trembles first, then paranoia eyes. Another mind’s progressive suicide, the next firearm juggling act, and a domino sunrise for the umpteenth time. If you don’t surrender we’ll blow you away with one striking breath and deep exhale of hydrogen flash and flame. A forest means dusk, and green rolls like waves; that is how we will burn the sea with matches and newspaper. ...Created 2007-01-30 00:43:42

Journal: Red -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual The oceans are all rolling shadow and there’s a smudge on the sky; please, that frown won’t serve you, you can play so many instruments you’re a legend, and still I can’t articulate a single note to play or read, and that letter was just the first in your name. All the red flags hoisted in the ghastly light of a cracked glow stick, the black and white snapshot that revealed your blue eyes, and… I wanted to whisper but coughed to clear my throat, wanted to sheet my pillows in your sunrise scarlet locks, wanted to say that you were winter dressed in autumn’s blazing gowns. You were all red blossoms and forever trapped in the split horizon between ocean and sky. I’m so tired of penning lists and numbers and steering this sailboat into the sun. There can be no common denominator here. I wanted you to blink words at me through your artic eyes, to destroy me with a kiss of your molten lips. I wanted you to go home… please go home, please go home and take me with you. ...Created 2007-01-25 02:39:23