Indulging myself in words, stories and more words, and then struggling to make a pile of meaning by stacking them higher and higher.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Pedestrian
Walking. Walking nowhere in particular Waiting to find a place worth running to waiting for something to come to me something more than the dusty street signs I've been reading ever since I left the house. but settling into a pace where every step carries me a little farther forward.
"I believe that sex and writing can save people, especially queer people, because it shoots our existence up with hot, crucial meaning and gives us the power to create and recreate that meaning, even after the girl is gone and your heart is broken and your sheets are ruined forever."
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