after midnight.

all my love lay flying over the promise of a lustful dance.

slide show.

pictures of you running thru my mind. some make me smile, some make me cry, some make me feel nothing inside.

don't worry baby, i've just been night swimming again.

poetic insight.

sometimes i catch myself smiling and i realize i've been thinking of you.

red letter #2

You’re the voice
crying out in the wilderness.
You’re the voice
that makes my brain burn and
my guts go gooey.
Yeah, you gut me.
My insides spill on your alter
and tell the future.
My steaming, gleaming guts
spell out your nature.
I know you.
Not your name, but your game.
I know the true you.
Come to me or I’ll come to you.


(from the movie: Pump up the Volume)

red letter #1

Come in.
Every night you enter me like a criminal,
you break into my brain.
But you’re no ordinary criminal.
You put your feet up,
and you pop a Pepsi.
You start to party,
you turn up my stereo.
Songs I’ve never heard,
but I move anyway.
You get me crazy.
I say do it.
I don’t care what, just do it.
Jam me, jack me, push me, pull me.
Talk hard.


(from the movie: Pump up the Volume)