mk.

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:06:42 GMT

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Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:49:25 GMT

It's that moment you know you love somebody - they don't have to be there but the world seems softer. Your blankets whiter, the bricks in the wall more perfectly aligned, pigeons seem pretty. It's not something the person said or did, just the thought of who they are and who you become when you're with them.

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 02:18:07 GMT

Paris

never
even in calmer times
have I ever
dreamed of
bicycling through that
city
wearing a
beret

and
Camus
always
pissed
me
off.

-Bukowski

Tue, 09 Sep 2008 21:22:23 GMT

In break-ups, it often seems that people are in someway overwhelmed to destroy photographic evidence of their once significant other in some sort of spiritual (or spatial) cleansing. But to tell you the truth, one of the things that bothers me the most in all of this is that, under all present circumstance and foreseeable future, there is not going to be any more photos of the two of us, together.

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 09:57:08 GMT

Two of the things I miss the most:
1. the sound of your banjo and the whisper of your song coming from the other room.
2. The way your mouth goes and the beams your eyes make while eating the breakfast I cooked for you.

I keep my watch on St. john's time to feel closer to you.

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 00:51:43 GMT

Paris, December 1795

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!

You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours.

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 22:25:59 GMT

i think it's really important to understand one's self but quite detrimental to build up an image about how you ought to be - especially one that's designed for the conviction of others.

i met a girl last night whose name i knew but she didn't show any inclination as to having known me prior - for that she even apologized. i told her a few quick facts about myself but didn't get to ask reciprocal questions before we were interrupted by someone wanting to introduce her to someone else. at the end of the night i looked to make eye contact with her but she didn't say good-bye.

often i wonder what exactly people see as they dress themselves each morning. do they like how they look in that dress, or do they wonder what the salt stains all over their boots say about them. i think a lot about things like that.

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 23:41:24 GMT

waking up to the sound of 90 km/h winds banging on my bedroom window and president bush on tv. we're all guilty of it, but hypocrisy makes it hard to roll over on a warm pillow. how can we expect legitimate peace agreements above state interest and weapons sales? unlike everyone around me, i'm not all that worried about global warming. big business and government are bound to implode - or explode all over the middle east, before Manhattan sinks into the ocean.

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 02:33:46 GMT

i really don't understand why everyone liked Juno so much. she was pretentious and annoying. michael cera is always a babe, but come on! i don't see what all the hype is about. the past few weeks i've been encompassed in woody allen and licking my lips in anticipation for the new pt anderson.

ziggy stardust

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 16:27:14 GMT

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 05:32:45 GMT

not for the faint of heart

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 23:14:47 GMT

in the beginning there is always a motivation, but sometimes getting started is the hardest part.