Sunday, January 31, 2010
The Fear Of Air
Maybe I come from dust. And maybe the air and the lights and the world will one day tear me apart and to dust, I will return. But if you ever see me again, in this life or the next, there will be enough of me left, to become a rock.
Or something, at least, that you can lean on.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Wry Catcher
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The Wasted Stone
And I've seen what you make for money and I've seen what you do for fame. I've seen what you do to make people like you and I've seen what you swallow to ease the pain. I've heard what you say out of malice and I've heard what you spat out of spite.
But none of these things make you happy because not one was done for love.
But none of these things make you happy because not one was done for love.
The View From Our Kingdom
Monday, January 25, 2010
The Statistics Deny Your Theories
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
The Humans Aren't Recyclable
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The Last Stop Before The Last Stop
Some people say that love doesn't last forever.
But I've met other people. And while over the decades their bodies have forgotten the ideas of who they were, their heads remember their hearts.
Maybe they didn't love forever, just a lifetime.
But they still make liars of those people. You and I can make liars of them too.
The Tune You Whistle To Work
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
The Catwalk In The Sky
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Moths Arrive In Black And White
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The Fury Of Water
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
The Transplant In The Subway
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