Rainy Night In Soho---For you.

My Childhood Bedroom

Had four walls. Two built in beds with comforters left over from the previous owners. They were turquoise and pink. Actually, they were two sheets sewn together which provided me with no warmth.

Los Angeles, You Dirty Whore

The mornings are the worst. I walk outside my apartment on Argyle. Down past the giant bird tree and I hear the freeway. There is nothing to love on this street. Not my apartment.

On Being Nineteen and My Own Cowardice

I met a guy tonight. I know he is going to read this and I hope he doesn't get pissed for me writing it, because I just can't help it. And that, my friends, is the answer to why I fight with so many of you. You ask for silence and I refuse.

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.

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.

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.

Neutral Milk Hotel - The King of Carrot Flowers Pt. I

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.

being a girl

the problem is in not being one.

it's not going to get better---sorry

here's the truth, it's not going to get better.

the date

he rolled up in a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car.

what's wrong, lisa?

i don't really understand it, but i've had way too many emails

at odds

i waited. i called.

los angeles snapshot

i slept in a gutter,

you

had dirty fingers. a taste for strippers.

number 9

i want you to tell me what you did. what poison could i take, in los angeles bars.

my love

isn't ready

homeless

she has no home

do you miss me?

i miss you
do you miss me?