Matthew's scribbles part deuce

Fishlight filters in through the window and dust like crazed cowboys ride the light to the floor, so goddamn dark and cold, no warmth for dog bellies, no comfort to the feet. This morning has wrecked me, most definitely sinned against me. This bed is too lonely, a bit too wide for my memory and... Sign in to see full entry.

Bleeding stones, my stones, I think I might love parts of Agatha, Heathers parts, up and down in a buzzing light bulb of bees and sparks, Meg is killing my love of her slowly but surely, huge as raindrops, water running, sliding down the side of a tree, trips, falls, explodes while imploding into... Sign in to see full entry.

I haven't won too many fights in this heart, they all have this quiet condescending air of failure, some simply lack effort I think, and others an easy explanation, all of it...as if I can never really find the right light in the morning to shave, the mirror is a goddamn fool, "I've seen you before... Sign in to see full entry.

I've made my way across the pond, back to the u s of a, and it's been an interesting trip, a curious journey in to the heart of my own spring fever dreams, and I've got a few more things to write about now, I mean being in the desert under certain circumstances worries the muse weary lip biting... Sign in to see full entry.

And I rushed into her body with urgency and fitfulness the way the last unicorn would to God's chest had its horn been cut away; inside her, I am lost and found along with that singular horn that purges forth no blurry image of beauty, and together, Her and I, we cradle our gentle love in honest,... Sign in to see full entry.

Perhaps I should fall so deeply in love with a young pretty girl named Maureen. Named after perhaps an old family member with a bit of tenacity, or maybe some old 40's or 50's actress her mother really loved, watching her waltz with diamonds in long fitting dresses...I know I for damn sure need to... Sign in to see full entry.

I'll be leaving in three weeks or so for detachment for a couple of months so please read and enjoy what I post between here and there. For you and the walls... Sign in to see full entry.

And so the wind bangs the hell of a cold in all directions, and I'm sitting in this bucket of curious, a pail of pondering eyes, pressed lips so locked in thought. What am I going to do? I don't know and that is beautiful. I'm open to what is there, here, and I can't shake this girl, Agatha is... Sign in to see full entry.

I coughed up a cemetery last night. Pretty weird, huh? I admit, I was pretty shook up. I've never done that before, coughed up a cemetery. It didn't hurt really, just a very odd, heavy, kind of...cumbersome feeling. I didn't feel anything weird in my stomach before I coughed up the cemetery. It was... Sign in to see full entry.

This is not the hell you see in that tomorrow that is always cutting you down, Matthew, you are afraid of....what? living? Lately you feel better when you know you will die, this a goddamn queer notion, why are you so sad? Do you think what you want out of your life won't come around? Will you let... Sign in to see full entry.