upload : 2006_06_01 2006_05_19 i find myself in a liquor store drenched in neon come out with beer in a plastic bottle. i love how i hate being alone. i wallow in it spinning in the middle of intersections while school children whiz by like gazelles. they laugh. giggle like giants in a world too small for them. i'm here. i remind myself. smaller than a tear drop. falling from the giant's eye. the skyline here is always a steady heartbeat. poked with neon crosses and high rise needles like acupuncture or emotional climaxes into which people crawl and hide. and well, drama has its place especially when the soul floats like bricks heavy from histories and historical fiction and the only thing that separates us is how we handle our everyday how we blow things out of proportion and mix spice with rice wine so we can throw up two or three or four fingers that make different signs that people have been all too acquainted with as we drown and cut to black. imitating sunlight is necessary i guess sometimes i feel like if i jumped into the city through my window i'd splatter like a tear drop and dissolve into the skyline. with one boiling question. how do people find each other in this melodramatic maze? our tv lives. entries contact