april fools

she had those eyebrows that didn't rise. those sly, knowing eyes and half-smile fixed to her lips, cut and paste from daytime tv. young and intelligent and entirely uncharitable, she radiated a quiet inner strength - resilience. she was pretty like you'd find in a hotel advertisement with the beautiful smile and expressionless eyes. she had run out of youth to fuel her dreams. her past was a polaroid, sucked clean of all its promise, faded and poignant; pretty to look at and pinned to her wall, ready to be forgotten - to be dismissed.

Kafka

love songs vol. 1

atomic bomb

when i think about you i think about new york
and the brooklyn bridge
and all the tourists
saving up to get there
just dying to go home

the days are evil

beautiful

space jams / Side A

the new yorker

in the beginning, the universe began to exist for the sake of existing but then things got boring so it proceeded to produce beings supremely incompatible and ill-suited for inhabiting it - beings who desperately crave meaning, who, driven by an uncanny desire for accomplishment and significance, keep trying to understand / furnish / improve / subjugate / destroy it, who continually question their purpose and place in it, who despite their best efforts to make a home of it and carve out a comfortable existential niche for themselves, are more often than not plagued by an unshakeable and profound sense of alienation. the end