Ask not for whom the siren wails; it wails for thee.

October 7th, 2004

It is 3:30 AM.
I can hear a siren wail, echoing through the valley.
There is no air-raid, no tornado, no chemical leak, no flood, no fire.
Maybe there is another broken heart.

October 5th, 2004

This furnace cannot give me the warmth that I need. There is no amount of energy that can fill this vacuum. The furnace cannot fill this seemingly infinite void, this bounded vacuum.

September 24th, 2004

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik as Performed by the Pennsylvania 432C Symphony Orchestra

A Haiku

September 19th, 2004

I found this in my old journal entry archives.

12-11-02, 10:01a
wake early for this:
rain, wet socks, half-hour walks.
finals suck anus.

Quoth Captain Badass:

August 17th, 2004

I am setting your heart on fire

Save your breath; your soul is hollow…

August 2nd, 2004

and it’s all too much to swallow.

June 2nd, 2004

I would pluck down the moon and give it to you, if that could but win your love…

Poetry past due

May 29th, 2004

I suppose that it is about time that I transplanted some of my other poems over into this project journal, so here they are:

Assorted old poems.

Morgantown, WV

May 7th, 2004

A Morgantown Morning Odyssey
12 song playlist, set on infinite loop
Friday, May 7, 2004: approximately 2 hours, 30 minutes (~4:30am – ~7:00am)
179 photos condensed to 50 pictures (resized to 704 x 530 pixels), 6.39MB

Start walking…

It smells like this tree is getting more action than I am…

April 8th, 2004

which, admittedly, isn’t very much.