Monthly Archives: September 2009

Dear Real Life: Thank you fondly for finally granting me security and serenity at last.  I promise solemnly that I will never, ever let you down, or let myself back down. Yours, Miya

I don’t feel like writing today. I’m crippled right nowand there is no inspiration in my life, and not even the anger that I feel at lacking inspiration can inspire me.  And that is terrible. I logged onto here today … Continue reading →

A tinny, battered record of Neil Young’s “My My Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)” teetered awkwardly on the record player, every scratch evidencing well-worn sound, intricite, deeply pressed.  She sat on the floor opposite him letting the music fill … Continue reading →

Some things are beyond the capacity of words and must be felt, not articulated because they’re so powerful and so raw and complete on their own.  I’ll experience something like this and not be able to articulate it in any … Continue reading →

Remember? I do. I remember it all, every little detail, every one of your sordid expressive smiles, and the way you would……. it doesn’t matter.  What matters is that I remember. And I always will.

I think I might lead quite possibly the world’s most boring life.  Jesus Christ.  I get up, do nothing all day, make it to the evening, do nothing all evening, and then go to sleep so that I can wake … Continue reading →

Tsk, tsk, tsk….nothing happening, nothing happening… no drama, no tension, no heartbreak, no aggravation or real frustration, nothing real, nothing gut-wrenchingly exciting… and that’s a good thing.

In the twenty-first century, we use the internet for absolutely everything; even ordering a pizza, even getting a workout plan.  It seems social interaction, one’s daily errands, one’s quick walk down the block, have been replaced with sitting in a … Continue reading →