Oh relax, it’s just an experiment, put your hand here, push here, just secret messages in the dark.
Category Archives: Found objects
That moment
That moment.That moment at lunch when you realize that she is a we and that she’ll never be yours. That moment.
The Diving Board
That kid, that fucking kid on the diving board. What are you doing to me? This is unbelievable. You’re talking about things I’ve only dreamt about. The feel of the concrete, the light on the water and then, and then it’s like — BOOM — and I’m not even sure what happened but I’m completely blown away.
Some band I saw on Granville St
“Remember, you have everything you will ever need.” That’s easy for you to say, you’re good looking and can play the violin.
Failure, Tom Waits Style Part 2
It made me wish I could sing. It made me wish I could hold a guitar. It made me wish I had more than a word processor, a notebook, a sense of smell and a bad case of being tone deaf.
Failure, Tom Waits Style Part 1
“I’m not saying you should feel like a failure,” said Tom Waits, his voice booming out of my stereo, “But listen to this song.” It wasn’t his song so I didn’t understand why he was so excited about it and I said so. “Just listen, it’s all here, so few words, and still there’s so much here.”