Meteors and the Year of Crafts: or, Percy’s Wife Drowning

Elizabeth was sad and desponding; she no longer took delight in her ordinary occupations; all pleasure seemed to her sacrilege toward the dead; eternal woe and tears she then thought was the just tribute she should pay to innocence so blasted and destroyed. She was no longer that happy creature, who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake, and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects. She had become grave, and often conversed of the inconstancy of fortune, and the instability of human life. –Shelley’s Frankenstein [Volume II]

Byridge sat with all smiles which would leave seeds that would later one day bear the fruit of frowns. It was the time of day when one who is not familiar with things such as time may suppose, mistakenly, that the time of day was around six in the evening, when actually it was five thirty in the morning. Twice a day this happens: the line, time notwithstanding, between dawn and dusk is blurred and all there is is grey and haze.

Jezebel wandered through dim tents of merchants who sold impossible things such as elixirs that forced cupid’s arrow into the one who drank from it. The lanterns, attracting exotic mosquitoes, cast gentle light that made the smooth skin of her olive cheek seem like a constant celestial light was illuminating from within; as if she had harnessed the light of another planet’s moon and kept it safely in her mouth, which was not far from the truth of things. She bent her knees, carefully lowering herself to the ground, and rubbed the beaten earth with the calloused tips of her fingers. She frowned as her purpose for speculation was only answered by deceit.

Byridge stood up, water poured from his ears, warm from the canals that spiral into his head. Seeds were buried without notice, and the currency of his place of birth jingled without remorse. Smiles illuminated his face.

TBC

Monday Haikoo 1/XX

Meadows are showered

By drops that have no color

Salt makes up for that

Readings 1/XX (Part 3)

Elements of Moral Philosophy- James RachelsChapter on “The Prisoner’s Dilemma.” 

Readings 1/XX (Part 2)

Everything is Illuminated- Jonathan Safran Foer 

Readings 1/XX (Part 1)

Introduction Frogs in Summer- Christopher Helmuth 

2008 is Great

NOTE: If you don’t feel like reading about my amazing life in 2008, then fuck you. But I do want to thank you for taking the time to add more hits to my website. As a special gift to all those who bother coming here there is a special Tim Life Spoiler at the end of this entry. Feel free to skip the rest if you don’t care, but again, fuck you.

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Man, let me just say that 2008 has been amazing. So far so good. I have gotten more sleep in the past ten days than I have since I graduated high school. Okay, that’s obviously a hyperbowl, but who am I kidding? You, I guess? But really, I have become pretty pro at wasting my life in the past week and a half. Alright, alright, I have been working on getting this job at a law firm downtown as a runner but that doesn’t count towards overall productivity. I’m not necessarily “taking the sheep by the ears” (my Dad taught me that one) on the whole job thing.

Seriously, I’m taking nineteen hours of course work this coming semester. Fuck that job shit. I’ll get one because I’m a bitch (and a man), but I should be paid to be a full-time student and part-time friend to some of the neediest people in Lafayette. No names because this may go in my book one day.

I think that all of this marvelous nothingness that has entered my life has come from my new lover: my MacBook who I have named Goo. Goo was my favorite female character in the show Gumby. She may have been the only female character but whatever. Goo lovingly saps all kinds of energy from me. Yes, I have different kinds of energy that Goo has tapped into and taken. Well, not really taken since I have willingly given everything except my dignity to her (she is a female after all).

Rachel may be worried that I am becoming too attached to Goo, but is that really a bad thing? I don’t know, but I also don’t think so either. It’s actually probably a good thing because at the rate things are going for me now in ‘08, I’ll probably have figured out a way to reproduce with Goo by June. This year seems very promising!

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ATTENTION: Tim Life Spoiler: Rachel and I did not got engaged. Joke’s on you faggots. It’s FACEBOOK, ffs. Don’t tell anyone if you read this. It’s just a stupid prank we wanted to play on all the idiots who are our Facebook friends but never talk to us IRL. I swear, I have gotten at least six private messages from people I haven’t spoken to since tenth grade saying, “Tell me about your engagement!” How about you lick my herniated testicle instead? Also, our relationship status will probably change throughout the next week or two. Ignore it or play along by posting awesome shit on our walls that will make everyone else who reads/views them cry from confusion and embarrassment for us. I debated with myself whether to post this or not, but I don’t get many visitors here from the link on my Facebook profile. I would never go so low and marry an inferior human being anyway, duh.

Emo Vlog 1

Vlog One