although sarah palin with the invisible dicks still makes me laugh hysterically i figured i'd officially kill this blog on a better note. you know, just to give you something to look at for awhile.

tonight i went and saw deer tick for the second time in less than a month. once again they were amazing. this time they played all the songs that i wanted to hear last time, but weren't played. i met john mccauley and he kissed me on the cheek.

*~*~*THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY DEAD*~*~*

GO SUCK A TUCKED TRANNY DICK.

until we are ghosts

the distance between your heart and the bed that i sleep in

why do i keep counting?

the distance between right now and the last time that i saw you

why do i keep counting?

the distance between two immeasurable points

why do i keep counting?

don't keep me

keep me

me

don't leave me

leave me

me

to have and to hold

for better, for worse

for richer, for poorer

in sickness and in health

till death do us part

until we are ghosts

we are ghosts

are ghosts

ghosts

philly and the 4th of july in a series of photographs

i can't get in. i am not welcome here. like a moth i beat myself unmercilessly against this impenetrable light. it only looks like warmth.

flickering.

i wrapped up what i loved most, 

swallowed them whole and sewed myself shut.

all the stitches have torn.

everything has ripped apart and melted away.

it all flew away.

it all lies somewhere alone and dying 

on top of grass i used to run through as a child.

sleep still.