Mere Anarchy

Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky

Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses

Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop

Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries

Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty

I see things that aren't there. Like fire that doesn't consume (very biblical I know). Like cups floating over people. Like secret codes that eplain the hidden machinery of the universe that hums the music of the spheres. I've fixated on patterns and codes (a meta code that swells in complexety before it crests and reduces itself to one single symbol / Pi / Om / God / Mind). I really have nothing to say. Classes begin in less than a month. I'm fequently scared to go outside. I watch a lot of movies. I'm seeing a shrink again. She's fat, Korean, and in her late 20's. I'm on Lexapro and Risperdal. Its scary taking these meds. I scare people when I don't.

posted by James @ 12:16 PM

Dienstag, Juli 29, 2003