icarusgrey

return to sender.

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 16:58:21 GMT

ala sms horoscopes:

"A shy friend needs your support -- and courage.
Boost their confidence with praise."

SOS

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 07:04:15 GMT

i need a job. preferably one with flexible hours/weekends and a decent pay.

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 08:07:26 GMT

Walk out into velvet
Nothing more to say
You're my favourite moment
You're my Saturday

Reconstruction

Wed, 09 Nov 2005 19:42:46 GMT

wrest Control;
to bring all-time
Low-of
size of
Heart to be mended.

Wronged
to feel. become made
hurt and;
cusp of steady strive
autonomous
endeavor for better-men

t.ell tales; talk; Again.

play it through.
advice? not lost.
help. it.
is.
hard; difficult

Yet of very much

in hope
in Hope to find
what lies in
ruins;
for a better

Understanding.

transcendent

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 09:17:24 GMT

Square in your ship's path are Sirens, crying
beauty to bewitch men coasting by;
woe to the innocent who hears that sound!
He will not see his lady nor his children
in joy, crowding about him, home from sea;
the Sirens will sing his mind away
on their sweet meadow lolling. There are bones
of dead men rotting in a pile beside them
and flayed skins shrivel around the spot.
Steer wide;
keep well to seaward; plug your oarsmen's ears
with beeswax kneaded soft; none of the rest
should hear that song.
But if you wish to listen,
let the men tie you in the lugger, hand
and foot, back to the mast, lashed to the mast,
so you may hear those harpies' thrilling voices;
shout as you will, begging to be untied,
your crew must only twist more line around you
and keep their stroke up, till the singers fade. (Book 12, 41-58)

the ironies of her downfall...

Fri, 07 Oct 2005 09:53:08 GMT

"Contrast to that of Oedipus, Kate Moss did not defeat a Sphinx. She did not save the land and people of Thebes from a great monster. She did however, like that of Oedipus, have courage. "

and that is what happens when you start doing your homework at 4AM.

around here we say birds. we say stars. we say nothing.

Wed, 05 Oct 2005 08:51:39 GMT

I used to collect bottle caps when I was about seven years old. My thinking was that if one day I had enough of these metallic bottle caps I could assemble a time machine. But what prompts a seven year old to fantasize about another time? I've been told that collecting is a uniquely human trait. Nothing else on earth collects things that serve no function other than the fact that it is in fact part of a collection. Perhaps humans’ organizational traits are hardwired to collect things. And humans just want to see how everything fits together. How everything belongs with something else. Or perhaps human collect things to show accomplishment. Or to trace their past. Or to please their desire to learn. Or possibly to show off for others. I gave up collecting bottle caps. I threw them out when I was about fourteen or so.

Nowadays I collect other things. Things that should not be collected. Particularly because these things are not mine to collect. I wish I had that time machine.

Wed, 05 Oct 2005 06:26:19 GMT

I AM JOHN'S LACK OF ACTUAL POSTING.