The walls look like tales from old men's basements; bricked with their old photos and glazed wood wall fixtures. portland is beautiful. my mind hasn't attempted to hide in a closet once since i've been here.

have pictures when i get back.
i miss ophie.


terra you are so beautiful. i stare at you now, with your shirt rolled and your bangs chopped together from the humidity and sweat. whatever you're doing has nothing to do with me, yet my toes rest uncomfortably touching your computer. you will not push me away. i love you.

be back sunday.

oil glass

One more week of summer classes, she was intense- the work load huge. glad its almost over.

Terra leaves for tour on wed. i will miss her more than i have ever missed anyone. she's my comfort, my pillow. My silent acceptance of a crowed world. She lays in the bags of my eyelids, changing the colors of my thoughts and the vibrations i live in.

i worship her bones.

in other news,

ophelia is going to come into heat soon. she still crys when i leave her, she's not ready. im not to comfortable with idea of blood and humping going around the house when it has the face of my ophelia. i have to get her fixed asap.

concert tomorrow, wedding and show saturday, paper sunday, wed terra leaves.

i have yet to obtain a job. apparently im useless.

paitnted on the vanilla sky

watch the first 5 min of vanilla sky. radiohead with penelope cruz's voice. cinematic genius.