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the funeral There are moments I wish I smoked cigarettes because it just seems really appropriate. Like standing outside a funeral home in a black suit because it was too intense inside, and then walking around the block and looking at the moon and being completely ignored by lots of asian people also all clad in black and apparently attending another funeral. I don't know. Calendars make me frantic, like time is running out. Clocks too. I want to burn a big pile of calendars and clocks and symbolically destroy time. Maybe that will help some. I carried a coffin for the first time in my life today. This whole week has been surreal. I almost keep expecting to wake up. I'm going to just sit and listen to oldies at a low volume and maybe contemplate things a little bit. ----- - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 personal empowerment - 9:48 p.m. , January 12, 2005 jaksdf - 7:22 p.m. , December 19, 2004 the break up - 11:08 p.m. , December 16, 2004 fists of rage - 6:28 p.m. , December 13, 2004 |