Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
mi puss real good
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Standing On the Edge
I’m standing on the edge. The perfect primer for S.I.N. When I was 19 (everything was 19, it seemed a pivotal age in my life—a celebration of freedom and spiritual self-mutilation), some drama would occur and I would engage in self-inflicted nonsense. Bilal was good to me in the office, Faith killed me on the subway, Pink filled me at night. I searched for something to make me feel wonderful and dead. Not numb. Numbness is a padded wall between the act and the experience. Death means that during the act I could exist outside of my body, floating far enough above the intercourse of blood and pain that the act and the experience were two separate occurrences. The act and experience meant nothing to me. They were chemicals in a test tube, each stabilizing the other, giving each other purpose. Without purpose, alone, each are volatile and bitter. I want the separation.
He wants to cheer me. I resist. Death is smooth and sexy. Death smells like cognac and wears blue. Death is comfort. Understand. I want comfort. I resist. I have no will to fight it.
until then
Friday, November 16, 2007
I'm constantly told that law school teaches you to think like a lawyer, but I'm of the opinion that I'm not learning to think like a lawyer. I've been thrown into a competitive environment with the theory that Darwinism will take over and my brain will adapt. That by some miracle of science I will self-learn to think as lawyers think. It sucks ass because I didn't think this is how law school would be, but I will refuse to be eaten whole by my peers (trust me, they really want that A and I don't blame them).
I'm looking forward to the time when I can look back at this post and say, "LWRAP? That was a breeze!"