January 2011
175 posts
“I’m the one that has to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my...”
– Jimi Hendrix
The Ziggy Stardust Experiment: Episode 01
In which the board realizes there’s an alter ego already at play right here, and uses it to let shit get real.
It was really, honest-to-God on the tip of my fingers. I knew you were distracted, though I didn’t know with what, but I could tell from your responses. I did the email equivalent of that thing I do when I take a breath to say something and balk right at the plane door....
“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These...
Too late. Way, way too late.
I miss you with the...
“But this is what a writer does: his life is a maelstrom of lying… This is...”
– From “Lunar Park” by Bret Easton Ellis (via seafaringwoman)
“We are made of star stuff.”
– Carl Sagan
