coffee at 11pm

the future is daunting, to be sure.

but my heart and mind seem to be somewhere else, and coffee is my best friend these days. and i am awake only when completely necessary. but in this weird state i am creating things that i'm somewhat excited about, so perhaps its not so bad, really. i love old books and tonight i decided to rip some pages out and cut sentences and phrases that when taken out of context can be reassigned to create new and surprising situations. its like a treasure hunt.

"the sky was only unfulfilled space and death

and he had brought her back

the wind had strengthened

The earth around him crashed

crash and spit and snap

He said, "Give me your impatient arms;

you can't make anybody better.

It's awful easy to lose."