Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing.

...and I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night — every night, every night — the moment I feigned sleep.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Carbon monoxide, soon we'll go to sleep. No one will notice, we're gone. 'Cause we don't have a job to keep. They'll just say that we're being lazy. Sex crazy, sex crazy. They'll just say we're living our whole life in bed. And we'll be in bed but we'll be, oh, so very much dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a. Dead-a, d-dead, yeah

But we're so cool, we're so cool, we're so cool
everything that begins as comedy ends as tragedy

Today I realized that what I wrote yesterday I really wrote today: everything from December 31 I wrote on January 1, i.e. today, and what I wrote on December 30 I wrote on the 31st, i.e. yesterday. What I write today I’m really writing tomorrow, which for me will be today and yesterday, and also, in some sense, tomorrow: an invisible day. But enough of that.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
nightswim

Sam,
let me tell you something funny. what's funny is that i just walked the length of my backyard front to back and I looked at the orange glow of the lanterns on my pool in the dark and I am eighteen years old and all I can think about is being sixteen, so devastatingly in love and heartbroken that I'd go out to that pool at night, the summer after sophomore year, and I'd strip down next to nothing while everyone else in the world was sleeping and I'd dive into the water, which was warm compared with the night air, and I'd look up at the stars and almost cry and I remember kissing on my front lawn at midnight and actually a lot of the time I feel like I'm still sixteen years old, I really do. And I almost just want to be so devastatingly something about someone again, even if drives me to nightswim in some desperate attempt to numb my feelings, because I'm not trying to numb them now, I'm just trying to feel anything at all.
love,
Sam
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
All that I have is a riverThe river is always my home
Lord, take me away for I just cannot stay
Or I'll sink in my skin and my bones
Just look out over the hills and houses and through the clouds and up to the stars and feel the atmosphere and know that this is your home and it is beautiful and so are you.
it's almost over and yet everything is just starting and it's too thrilling and lovely to be cliché.
let's keep soaring through space and floating along and never stay in one place for too long.
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