Egress/Regress

i'm back in ny. that is all for now.

I will be in Nashville in about... ten hours? Coming home the 27th. Excited. Yes.

tactical

Tactical. (click for larger image.)

for my Cooper Union assignments.

only four more to finish before flying to Nashville tomorrow morning. I'm excited. One of them will involve Tesla. <3

echolocamotive

Echo. (click for larger image.)

the portrait from my Cooper Union assignments.

soundtracks

I got two mixes this week. One Matt, one Dan. One cd, one cassette. They both started with the same song.

And you said, "This is the first day of my life
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
Now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy"

-Bright Eyes, First Day of My Life

And then this morning, a bouquet of candy delivered to my door. I have the best Valentine, and the best friends.

(oh, and a little thing- the spam comments are back again, so comments are probably going to go away for a while.)

macaroni pictures.

I'm violating rules never really enforced,
to have your voice in my ear while I walk down a hall.

there's a certain asphyxiation to attraction-
your throat closes up and your heart opens, like a flower, or a door.

I'm reading your words on a cold tile floor,
trying to disregard the world without malice.
I can't do sweet talk without a bitter remark,
but maybe your skin will grow thick, as your heart, is grows warm.

so we're both a little fragile, with a lack of self control,
but I'm missing you already, though I won't tell you yet.

I've had my ups and downs, people fade and I forget,
the glowing shifts and succession occurs.
well, from this pattern I succede.

I'll be honest, and I'll be balanced, and I'll spend twice the postage.
I have a fondess for basements, and apartments with dangerous stairs.
my star, it remains, burning brighter than ever,
but I am a collection of different shapes-
just because it's silly, doesn't mean it isn't true.

my pronouns get confused, but I know what I'm doing, as much as I can.
if you're in the room, I'll be holding your hand.
but there are no gutters for others' affection,
I won't be lost unless you want me to.

i love appropriate timing

today, on Mardi Gras, I received my letter of acceptance from Tulane University in New Orleans. awesome.

forced creation

my assignments for the Cooper Union application:

represent the following (at least 2 must incorporate drawing):

object observed from 6 feet and 6 inches

full length self portrait from a specified animal's viewpoint

a spacial boundary created by light in a public space

images based on the etymology of a word

tactical (I don't know what this means)

map a grandiose idea

talk shows on mute

the sky had turned green with the threat of a storm
the world was shaking with an overdrawn breath
waiting for explosions of the heart

my sky will turn green and your words will all bleed
in the vein of other people's thoughts
we'll stick around together, I promise.

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it's the sound of you hissing in my recorded machine
it's the thought of you fucking your dreams in a basement
it's an old friend and a new touch and an old friend

--

it's nice to see someone you haven't seen in a while
watching tv with no sound and a smile
we kiss with arched backs, stifled laughs, and Danny Elfman soundtracks.

a letter of sorts to a friar of sorts

hello!

I am doing my best to rearrange my soul, do pardon my tendency toward neglect. I wonder if my life is still more real than yours?

I can just barely hear you over the roaring of the ocean, the slap of paddles, oars so suggestive in the water. barely, but still.

you live in a cold place- i think in a cold place?

I am an echo-
no, not that one, this, reverberating from the sea (that I haven't seen in weeks) like a chaotic attempt at avoiding the post-modern. or something?

we talk in questions that aren't quite questions. Easter will be upon us, and we will crucify our fears. The ground will thaw, and we will drown our worries.

take care.

trying to get my life into a particular shape. thinking a lot about the future. trying to find some things out, trying to redesign some others.