"What," asked Mr. Croup, 'do you want?"
"What," asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?"
"Dead things," suggested Mr. Vandemar. "Extra teeth."

So I tried going to bed early last night. But I started reading Neverwhere. So I ended up going to bed at 3:20am, knowing I had to get up at 7 for my classes today. Damn you, Neil Gaiman for writing such a good book! And damn you, Greg, for being so cool as to let me borrow this book which is sucking away my waking (and sleeping) hours!

so long, goodbye
by order of the pasedena court
so long, good bye
500 milligrams
held down by a pharmaceutical hand,
are needed everyday, so we can regulate
my uncontrollable urge

remember me as I was,
too much life, and oh too much love
last week my lastly stunning stunt,
top teir, my jumping chandelier

that's why I'm here...
amitriptyline

I was a quiet, lunchbox lonely little boy
reading sci-fi, broken treehouse on the shore
at nineteen the talking in my head got harder to understand,
no work, no school, drifting, a falling satellite
don't feel sorry for me I've been happy too
manic, kindly, blinding high-res euphoria

remember me as I was,
the crowning dove, the clowning judge,
sad king alone in the western wing
holding foe's laughing, severed head

that's why I'm here...
amitriptyline


John Vanderslice - amitriptyline

He also wrote the song from which I stole the "walk away in 3/4 time" lyric. Yes, indeed.

Random things at the San Diego ComiCon:
· Security guards searched and detained me when my fully armored Robotech costume set off the metal detectors.
· First time convention goers dropped to their knees, overcome with a feeling of oneness. "I'm home," they said.
· Kevin Smith and Jason Mewes were seen outside the convention hall, selling weed and harrassing patrons.
· Highlight of the Masquerade Ball: An amorous Nightwing getting jiggy on the dance floor, putting the moves on Tank Girl.
· Riots break out when Vampirella versus Elvira: Celebrity Mudwrestling is cancelled.
· A Westside Story type showdown occurs between Jhonen Vasquez and Trent Reznor to decide once and for all who is the gothest of them all.
-T.

Tatsuya Ishida's notes from a huge comic convention in San Diego. I read the last line and laughed hysterically.

Real update coming later today, maybe. Much stuff to report. None of it very thrilling.

Could it be a real post? Yes. Yes it can.

First things first. I'm watching a rerun of Tales From the Crypt, and you know who's the main character of this episode? EDDIE IZZARD! How random is that?

Well, I'm still working on changing my major to journalism, with a political science minor. As it turns out, I have to apply for the journalism degree. That will be done later. In the mean time, I need to sign up for some classes. Political science and journalism classes. And they're all full. Not an open spot anywhere.

And...I just completely lost my desire to post. Argh. more later. adios.

"hunching"

sometimes writing poems
doesn't feel good.


it's not the way
to get things out.


and punching walls
is a poor process.


the tearing of hair
is simply an image.


shopping ain't no resolution.


and neither is mother
or best friend no 5.


eternal sleep
is a dangerous wish
to try
and manifest.


sometimes spending
the night
in a cardboard box
in your parent's backyard
is the answer.


barefoot, of course.

Beau Sia, man of infinite genius and Jewel fan.

"The interstate system. Clearly designed by men! Which means you won't always be able to check your pad." - Always commercial.

Eisenhower evidently considered everything in designing the interstate system (public transportation, wartime useage) except for the menstrual cycle. That fool!