my daily journal of things that happened before I knew about being adopted and a ward of the state.
December 11, 2010
What Can I Say?
If there is a time to say the words to you, It will come by moonlight while I am under another man. Grunting and breathing, but saying no names.
December 9, 2010
Elliott Smith
i went to an impromptu concert once at spaceland in silverlake where elliott smith sat on a chair and had a giant red balloon floating behind him.
December 8, 2010
Carmen
i've named her carmen, because she still exists on planet earth and i don't want her finding me. but, carmen, the heroin addict was my best friend.
December 7, 2010
December 6, 2010
maybe i love you
that's why you haunt me. i sat at the corner on la brea, at the bus bench, freezing my fingers off, looking for you.
December 5, 2010
December 4, 2010
December 3, 2010
June 20, 2009
When My Father Was Jesus
When my father was Jesus, he stormed around the house and the back-porch screaming loud as the apostles and catching lost birds.
Bird Land Storm Land
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