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Music is my muse, and the words my lovers. What else does one need? Perhaps food, warmth, shelter? If you know the music and love the words, you will need none of those three, for you will find they come along much easier than muses and lovers. The world is full of food, full of [...]

i have a problem with words.us, we use them, we throw themaway, hold onto what they meantbut keep going as though theywere never said; or maybe wehold on to the thought and watchas it slowly falls from view, asort of leaf and we’re caught in canopy, out of touch with the effectsof a collision between [...]

i know you’re reading this, or you wouldn’t be , but ,i know you are, so , i’ll assumewhat i will and shrug off the rest ;

in a wind, youtold me all youever said inone breath, sodeep– inever knewyou wouldwant the wordsreturned, well,how luckythe skyspans us allandall i need beis transparentfor you to seethrough towhere i am not,nor you,butstillyour eyes areand, there, theylive, theyexperiencethe curvatureof a worldstood onand slept in,walked andwandering,waiting forthe visitors,they, who arelively, stationed,to feelto feelthey are allin this,She,together, [...]

every cover storyof the Princessstirs about your faceto show me/remindthe mind you’re alivedespite my no longerremembering yourheart beats. every new secretfound lendsa thought towhat you’re into/what’sgoing on with you nowand whathappened with you then.

ki’ll try to start onewithout having areason to. i oftenfalter/fail to finalizearrangements/i’malways too lackingin that department/i’drather keep everything open,keep everything going/idon’t care/i care/i don’t/iwish this was always so easyto say i quit, i’m done, i’m gone,i’ll leave you now and pray youkeep your distance– i amrabid after all, and youwouldn’t want toscratch the back of [...]

i promised a long time ago that this site would not be used as some sort of entry-system for a personal log. i would keep this site short, with only writings/scribbles and useful information. over the past few weeks, i’ve sort of divided time between doing just that, and allowing myself to deviate from doing [...]

alright. i’m done being down on myself. kilimanjaro

i, chris, am doing what i can, and am not going to be for much longer. i time things horribly, but i’m looking to start over, from scratch, so i can stop feeling this way. i’ll never be completely confident or trusting, but if i were close to someone, i figure i might be. no. [...]

the way these hairs lean so,a wave of light upon the soil/spread whisps, a’winding toward the ‘lease of skin/some aforementioned spirit, resting, dead within/from/and though they be dying, these, so warm do they releaseas falling plots their keepers, likened to the potsand all is ‘gotten, for thei’ journey to soon be so.