It's a fact.

People do things.
People don't do things.


Whatever.

Being good isn't always easy.

So,
you want to be a carpenter, do you?
Well, it takes more than a hammer, boy.









You're gonna need blueprints
and a will to build,
and...




Bavitz.

A working list of things I will never tell you.

There are certain words in the human language
that lack sincerity.

Especially
when those words
leave your mouth.




Art work by Victoria Buck.

When the missing got so big.

I find myself existing in memories.






Because some places are just more
beautiful than others.

Fact and Fiction.

The world is flat.
Pluto is a planet.
Everything is going to be okay.

On a night like this.

Feeling a sudden wave of vacancy go over me,
like a hotel being abandoned by it's guests
for an obvious reason.


Brautigan.

Cracking nuts.

It is that time of year guys.
The super glue and tape
are handy.









This is almost definitely
my last Nutcracker
with the Reno Dance Company.
If you are interested in seeing the show,
please let me know through a comment,
e-mail, instant message, text message,
phone call, letter, note in a bottle,
or maybe some "real life" conversation.

Growing older, but not growing up.

Signed my "petition for graduation" papers
a couple days ago.
One page asked what my plans are
for after graduation.






Fuck.



(the video: loop like crazy).

You can never overdress.

I have dreams.
And we edge closer
to them.

Sudden and striking.

To you,

I am seasonal.

Just like when
the rain drops
and the leaves fall.





So dramatic and refreshing,
but soon enough
you get weary
and want the snow.

Say what you will.

For such are false apostles.

I used to nanny for a lawyer in town.
One of the two children was named Raven.
At the age of six, she held her puppy underwater.





She recently made this for her father.
I need not explain any further
why I no longer care for his children.



(Maybe with the exception that
I dreamt she chased her sister and I
with a chainsaw).

Still light.

How can I tell
when I am succeeding
compared to
when I am failing
if I do not even know
the difference
anymore?

Ruin and beauty.

Nothing feels real.
But everything is so real


      I can barely
      stand it.







They say the body accepts any kind of sorrow,
that our ancestors lay down on their stomachs
in school hallways, as children they lay down
like matches waiting for a nuclear fire.


Young.

Don’t confuse what I say with honesty.

You said to me, "it's a long,
lonely ride sometimes."

I thought, "for who?"







Or maybe
you were just referring to
the ferry ride.