note #28

it's so easy
i've lost me
she said let's go
he'd led the world to believe
in almost anything
we ran away from
the hip-hop street corner preacher
bled the words i dread
will lead to my destruction
my desecration
maybe then they'll all see
life is so much easier with no middle
just the beginning and
the end.

note #27

in dreams we become what we truly are. in life we are but pale shadows of what we wish to be.

note #26

he walked in

note #25

a black limo has pulled up and parked across the way on the little side street my apartment faces. the driver has gotten out and walked around to the end of the vehicle. standing on the far side of it, he pulls out his supplies and rolls a cigarette. he wanders along the side towards the front of the limo and messes with a blue recycle bin sitting there. moving back the way he came he lights the cigarette. he begins to smoke it and walk up and down the street near the vehicle, going a little ways beyond to each side. he is wearing a light suit - tanish-brown or grey, one cannot tell in the dim light from the streetlights - and shiny black shoes. his tie is possibly a red tone. he opens the back door of the limo and bends in for a moment to do something, his pants going high enough at the hem to expose white socks. his hair is slicked back with a curl falling over his forehead and he walks with a slight swagger. he smokes his cigarette in that slightly nervous seeming manner the lesser gangsters use in old movies. he continues to pace as he smokes. once finished, he gets back in the limo and i hear him start the engine. at first he pulls away from the curb and starts down the street, then stops and reverses, pulling backwards onto the cross street and taking off into the night.

this is a truth.

note #24

work is like high school, but without the learning.

note #23

"Besides the slight smell of cheese in the lobby, you really can't tell..." she said with a laugh.

note #22

"don't just stand there telling me that i'm the worst."

note #21

the old man isn't one of us, but he came with the boat. i guess that means he's a part of it and he'll have to stay.

note #20

the last golden rays of sunlight touch the coast and i wonder: when was the last time we were here?

note #19

it's not that i'm disconnected from the world...it's just that i'm always dreaming...

note #18

lost in love, i was lost for you.

note #17

i am lost, without the knowing of what i am looking for.

note #16

there needs to be more magic in the world...

note #15

"somethings happened." she turned her face into the wind, pushing hair back from her face to float around her head in soft eddies. her companion looked at her questioningly, but she offered no further explanation. shrugging slightly to himself, he followed her gaze off towards the horizon where the early summer sun was already heating the day.

scarves trailing behind like banners, they cantered down the hill and let their horses pick their way through the grasslands.

note #14

sometimes i hate authors for how good they are, and how childish i am by comparison.

note #13

"i think i'm cursed." she carefully tucked her hair up and pinned it in place, her eyes never wavering from the mirror. "i know it's a ridiculous thing to say, but i'm quite sure of it." she stood and wafted over to the window, lightly touching the flowers growing in the pots there. "i know it's true." she whispered forlornly, brushing her hands against the darkening glass, searching her pale reflection. "i know..." she slowly closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the dream.

note #12

i miss talking to you too. those days were halcyon and are gone now...but i wish we could capture them again. i still get the feeling we missed something back then. who knows, maybe it's just waiting for the right moment to pounce. or maybe i'm just full of dreams. either way, i hope we'll still be friends for the next million internet years times twenty.

note #11

dear michael bay ~
thank you for making my childhood awesome again.
love,
~fenris

note #10

"we're like ADD on speed!"

note #9

fireworks shower golden sparks like multitudes of twinkling fireflies illuminating the sky.

note #8

bombs over the horizon stir fires in my heart.

note #7

you may think it wrong that i love the dream, but you forget: the dream loves me.