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]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/21596599/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/21596599/ Fri, 21 Nov 2008 12:03:47 PST motor boy!
there is noise in your hair!
o chest! leap forth and cling
to that pretty face. leap
until blood plumes from
the heart!

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/19200091/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/19200091/ Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:22:08 PDT bones dry and crack
with the high noon sun!

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/18540681/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/18540681/ Wed, 28 May 2008 09:10:24 PDT
Out of the tomb, we bring Badroulbadour,
Within our bellies, we her chariot.
Here is an eye. And here are, one by one,
The lashes of that eye and its white lid.
Here is the cheek on which that lid declined,
And, finger after finger, here, the hand,
The genius of that cheek. Here are the lips,
The bundle of the body and the feet.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Out of the tomb we bring Badroulbadour.



thanks Wallace Stevens, thanks a lot.
for all you've done
and will do.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/18125065/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/18125065/ Thu, 01 May 2008 21:34:16 PDT
1. the time gap seems a bit large, so I throw so more words out--sloppy on my part.
2. i am really bored / avoiding the greater parts of my life

Genetics, Milton, mythology.
It's like a soup without the chicken bits.
And the broth tastes like Margaret Cho's comedy.

The ad asks if I am a vampire. I heard vampires can't get erections, well the males at least. Women vampires can't climax during sex. But they don't know. That's why they seduce you; someone must have that magic touch.

And genetics is the aftermath.

I am typing on a computer.

And sushi is japanese for overpriced

and bread never tasted so better

and when I haven't been kissed in a long time . . .

and I think the garbage finally got taken out this morning

and the plague park has a swing for mustard gas teeter totter

does anyone read DA journals?

I know I turned the notification off a long time ago.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/17736888/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/17736888/ Mon, 07 Apr 2008 18:13:45 PDT I then pondered why this would be the case and came short of rational explanation.
why not: a day, a week, 12 hour, 5 hour, 36 hour check out?
So either, a month (which the John Berryman books got) or 2 hours.
Sorry Anne Carson, gotta speed read you.

So I've been drinking a lot of Mountain Dew lately.
It was free from my brother and that makes it better.--I wish my teeth felt the same way.

If I could lay my hand on the dusty diary of my grandfather, written in the wheat fields of Ireland: _______________.

I hate poems about birds.
I don't care about birds.
Birds shit on my car.

I think I am going to write a poem about how birds shit on my car.
And birds are disgusting.

I find a lot of nature poems boring too.
rivers and trees and clouds and yawn and yawn and yawn.
unless you are going to bring something new to the table,
leave your nature imagery at home.

rant rant rant rant rant, where is the caboose.

I apologize.

Read a poem about a circumcision today.
It was really really well written.
Who writes about circumcisions? Well John Milton did.
But really.

Stop writing about birds and plants. Birds and plants have been around forever.
Elvis Presley, NATO, Godzilla, rising gas prices, computers, cancer & other things are just dying to be written about.

the same writer, JOSEPH LEGASPI, wrote a poem about his navel.
a navel. And it was equally wonderful.

he took something kind of disgusting, with the lent and all, and it looking like a crater site of a comet, and made a beautiful poem.



conclusion:

____________________________.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/17484447/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/17484447/ Sun, 23 Mar 2008 23:33:38 PDT
I'd like to think that everyone can embrace themselves without hiding behind cheap tricks and awkward language games, I'd also like to believe that everyone is capable of writing something quite beautiful and profound and meaningful from their own experiences. Every word we speak is poetry, the language of today and yesterday and the future will always be poetic, and it will always be something quite beautiful.

So, little ole DA box of thoughts for the muse that finished reading a chapter on the goddess Demeter as the holiest day in the Christian faith spills over to "Good Monday," may you be the herald, and may I rest content.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/17263752/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/17263752/ Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:55:50 PDT
I sometimes wonder if I should brush my teeth before going to sleep.

What's proactive?

Taking a shower tonight could be done in the afternoon with the stereo on full blast.

Me and someone else could be full blast.

Driving to a sand castle.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/16303615/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/16303615/ Mon, 07 Jan 2008 16:00:31 PST
]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/15765292/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/15765292/ Sun, 02 Dec 2007 13:20:14 PST get that fuckin' mistletoe outta
my face, my space--I ain't got
any room left for love:
Vacancies--zero; chest
pumps cavities like soot
shitting cylinders up near New Mexico.




-------------------------------------------
It crawled on veins.
Our love.
Serpentine skin--
magenta lips..
It didn't feel good.
Before or after.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/15313719/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/15313719/ Thu, 01 Nov 2007 09:18:41 PDT poetry of milton
writing poetry
genetics
=

FOUR DAY WEEKEND

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/15074428/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/15074428/ Mon, 15 Oct 2007 14:23:23 PDT And eat breakfast with Edgar Allan Poe,
And pre-tend and post-tend
While tending my hands to a tender moment.
All lovers will be make believe
Pictures beneath a sleeve, coughed
Dead and long against a lonesome interstate
Highway, for me--just me!

I'll miss your Miss identity
Pissed away underneath candelabra and
Some charming extension of words,
But we can settle along thunderstorms,
Dangling thorns, and those battle horns:
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14896635/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14896635/ Wed, 03 Oct 2007 09:29:48 PDT
f o o t p r i n t

2.

footprint

(1&2 3.

someone has been here!

4.

in a vehicle the driver is alone, his passenger seat
is more vacant than a Martian desert

5.

. . .

6.

if elbows are not
interlocked
then they're not.

7.

rear view is me as them as they
sit beyond sight

but sweet
sweet laughter brews passions unaltered
by human tampering:

O! to sit high above glades of flesh
as a seraph or not, as a
tweeting waterfowl;

death would rise quicker,
though life thicker

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14480423/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14480423/ Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:00:03 PDT
people in austin are tooooo hip to answer this question.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14472105/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14472105/ Mon, 03 Sep 2007 12:59:52 PDT
This year is better
Than the last.


hahahahahahahaha.

WWI sonnets are a-m-a-z-i-n-g.



Flutes are too.


And Green Knights.


And if I were an agenda book,
I'd plan on it.
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am glad.


and happy
for this:
daylight.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14358167/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14358167/ Mon, 27 Aug 2007 00:58:44 PDT So Shakespeare says.


I told you I told you so.
oh WHOA.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

A Summary of Life (a poem):

in passing in passing in passing in passing

in pass in g in pass in g in pass in g in pass in g

i n pass i n g i n pass i n g i n pass i n g i n pass i n g

i n p a s s i n g i n p a s s i n g i n p a s s i n g i n p a s s i n g

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

took my shoes off in my room,
because the carpet is the lawn-
dance with me like a caveperson:
you could start at break of dawn.


HERE AND NOW

the here and now

I cannot talk because the here and now is coarsing my veins

because the here and now is oxidizing,

it has a propeller plane swinging between every cell

in every body:

a constant currency exchange of your future karma tokens

rattles in a playpen.




to seize the day,
how far must i go
before day seize me
day dey they. . .


seize or be sorry
sad
in
solitude.

righteo.



memory machine will extract . . .
everything. . .
3am,
song-tired-b . . .
y.
.
.

e.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14255452/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14255452/ Mon, 20 Aug 2007 12:00:38 PDT Kilgore Dedalus.



aspiring to be a locomotive
ink dampener: choo-choo-choo-sing
-ing about Osiris' weight machine:
dear gravity,
treat me fair,
hold my body
on plumes of smoke,
or else, I'll be a statue
of your grace.


sadly, fretting thrown bouquets and champagne parades
with that gargantuan pastry resting as a monument to
me (and who?).

deep below some cove,
an occlusion bursts open and a maiden voice croons,
but a loch holds every creature birthed there, save
those which can become airborne;
oy--when will things be Wright?


hopefully, soon, sun
and moon shall not burn out.



------------------






"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"A writer, sir."
"Oh-ho-ho--you have to be really good to make a living off that sort of work."
"I know."
"And what if you don't make it?"
"I'll starve before I let that happen."
"You say that now, but what will happen when you have bills to pay and mouths to feed and your stomach is growling louder than a tiger's roar?"
"I will eat my words."

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14165259/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14165259/ Tue, 14 Aug 2007 13:02:43 PDT city lights flicker like wild fires, with smoky columns
more welcoming than a smiling stranger.


there are 8 days
in a week and in this weak
boy, a man.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14082252/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/14082252/ Wed, 08 Aug 2007 22:14:05 PDT to
a
big
city, soon

i
will
become
the
saul
bellow
of
AXXXXX,
TXXXX.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13977725/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13977725/ Wed, 01 Aug 2007 21:08:56 PDT kind of minor edits at that.
and well, a new poem will also be thrown at you.
yay.

and umm
(personal update time!)
i'm absolutely blind about dating.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13889912/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13889912/ Thu, 26 Jul 2007 15:43:13 PDT And by some, I mean maybe one or two.
I think I should edit more.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13737648/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13737648/ Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:20:28 PDT Reading Slaughterhouse-five.
Acquiring Breakfast of Champions (soon soon).


Albert Camus is runner up.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13708754/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13708754/ Thu, 12 Jul 2007 13:47:41 PDT where my legs can dangle from a stool,
and sipping a white mug
full of fresh brew,
someone can be brushing their elbow
against my elbow
at the cafe in front.
We would talk about
the paintings on the wall,
those long lonesome days
and how we hate strip malls.
The band in the back room
Would play silly indie rock,
I'd sing all their lyrics when
My elbow friend didn't talk.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13554933/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13554933/ Sat, 30 Jun 2007 18:03:08 PDT
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]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13400043/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13400043/ Mon, 18 Jun 2007 21:58:54 PDT
dating seems interesting.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13258573/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/13258573/ Thu, 07 Jun 2007 22:11:21 PDT drive through the lonesome West.
work so many hours that nothing else matters but sleep.
read books that Oprah does not review.

if you look out the backseat of a car window and the clouds are chiseled out with little tiny lines in between them, they look like icebergs. I like to call them aerial icebergs, and then, the blue blue sky turns into an ocean. and sometimes, the car stereo is playing a song that fits so well with the images rolling outside that my body starts to float through the window, where my hands can reach out to touch each jagged puff of white. except, they don't. each finger remains still, and only my eyes scale the sight.

[someone is interested in you, keep your eyes open]
[distance makes the heart grow fonder]
cliche-cookies. get me everytime.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12900416/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12900416/ Wed, 09 May 2007 13:51:09 PDT
]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12782571/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12782571/ Sun, 29 Apr 2007 19:22:57 PDT Ag
Pt

I am learning about them in chemistry.
I am learning about them in sociology.

George Washington will raise your children,
And J.P. Morgan will be their godfather.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12703209/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12703209/ Mon, 23 Apr 2007 10:45:35 PDT Or,
Red Hunter is a musician
With ability to make wonderful music from the Tuvan igil.
Either case,
I'm in love with the "universal language."
Now,
If only I could speak it.

I think music in the future will be much like the electronica and electro-clash we hear today. Automatically the band Ladytron comes to mind as a frontrunner for the type of music I envision, but, of course, technological advances will surely jostle my idea into some unexpected direction. However, based on current trends I have made up in my head, I hope that the future finds the rawness associated with classic 50s bands of the 20th century and incorporates an electronic sound in the 50s bands of the 21st century. What rawness? How would I define it? oh boy, I could write a whole essay on it. But instead, I will lazily draw upon the idea with little elaboration before my next class, because a failure to pen ideas can lead to no ideas at all. And while people are so busy building their credibility I like to be up in the sky enjoying the view down below. wow, ramble machine over here. not really, oh well.

Next semester I am taking a class called "Reading Poetry"

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12624532/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12624532/ Mon, 16 Apr 2007 20:02:33 PDT i want to learn gaelic over all

in an article a woman was so fascinated with learning an indian language, she said it expressed emotions that english couldn't
she said english would one day encompass all other languages
oh english

we students can take a class where we read don quixote in spanish
i wonder how spanish has evolved over time
like english

oh english
you are so universal
so malleable
so
utterly
boring

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12532518/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12532518/ Mon, 09 Apr 2007 22:42:56 PDT
]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12446289/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12446289/ Tue, 03 Apr 2007 16:05:09 PDT I almost posted a part of it but I won't until it is complete.
I musn't.
nooo.

Hopefully will be completed.
I am that type of writer,
Hating everything I write the day after.
oh boy.

Okay.
okay

the title of one of the poems
of my project:

noooo
I mustn't.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12275681/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12275681/ Wed, 21 Mar 2007 18:38:49 PDT
- James Joyce

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12226723/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12226723/ Sun, 18 Mar 2007 00:44:18 PDT In the city they have dancing breaks.
Wobble wobble.
I am writing a cd review for a magazine.
I feel like reviews are too easy to agree with,
Especially if the reader has no previous opinion.
But take my word for it,
Just trust that these wordy phrases and illustrations are good,
They're strong.
Damn,
I'm strong.





"Is there such thing as emo pop?"
That is a line in the review.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12138481/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12138481/ Sun, 11 Mar 2007 01:20:49 PST
The last song on the cd is four piano chords repeated over and over again. The singer's voice is soft and slips through the airwaves like a slight gust. I fade away in the repitition as if it is a lullabye. Slowly it all turns bright, and I am where my senses fail me. And what depiciton does that earn?

I want hot air balloons and polar ice caps. Dangling brown hair and honest smiles. Lyrical conversation and rattling blades of grass.

Spring forth humanity.
Fall back civilization.

Those neon signs ruin everything,
And they used to be so pretty.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12047707/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/12047707/ Sun, 04 Mar 2007 00:26:19 PST Academic writing! Arguing our future life as synthetic electronic worlds.
Second Life is going to consume us all.
I just want the trees to tickle my cheeks
And someone that the wind seeks.


People are buying a life on a virtual world.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11967737/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11967737/ Sun, 25 Feb 2007 21:52:09 PST
]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11869611/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11869611/ Sun, 18 Feb 2007 14:57:30 PST Bha mi a' ruith anns a' mhonadh;
Bha mi fuar anns an achadh an-dé,
Ach tha mi a' dannsadh an-diugh.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11840825/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11840825/ Fri, 16 Feb 2007 10:27:25 PST And one person.

I drank far too much prune juice last night.
Really.

I want my car, and then I can sing away to the western desert.
Escapism.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11687010/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11687010/ Sun, 04 Feb 2007 16:48:21 PST
I am a level 36 blood elf warlock.
I am a level 18 irish human.


I miss people and things.
And I was going to write a (good) poem for everyday this month but I ruined Saturday with sleep.

Is it bad that I think a lot of poetry on DA sucks? Cynical maybe?
Poll time.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11610551/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11610551/ Mon, 29 Jan 2007 11:31:26 PST And the sun is showing its face more often.
Maybe I will too.






Level 30 blood elf warlock.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11416755/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11416755/ Fri, 12 Jan 2007 23:45:57 PST I only really like one.
New collection of poems coming.
School starts Tuesday.
Legend of Zelda is almost beaten.
I had my last glass of ginger ale today.
See you at summer,
When we're all different.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11223281/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11223281/ Thu, 28 Dec 2006 13:39:27 PST Short stories 2 of (5?) have been completed.
Read them!
Fleece jacket, very nice.
Ginger ale, tasty.
Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire sings sings.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11151878/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11151878/ Fri, 22 Dec 2006 15:15:34 PST No landscapes (no trees, fields, meadows)...
Machines do the respiration/photosynthetic processes...
The mysterious grasslands...
Advertisements....everywhere...
Order food...processed in house...fast, fast, fast!
Fast food.!

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11074682/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11074682/ Fri, 15 Dec 2006 15:47:19 PST 1/19 - Ghostland Observatory at Hogg Auditorium
1/23 - Jeff Tweedy (of Wilco) at Hogg Auditorium
1/28 - Dosh at Emo's
2/9 - The Lemonheads at Emo's
2/16 - Of Montreal at Emo's
2/23 - Midlake at The Parish
2/28 - Grizzly Bear at Emo's
3/3 - What Made Milwaukee Famous at Emo's
3/5 - Explosions in the Sky at Emo's
3/9 - Deerhoof at Emo's
3/29 - Xiu Xiu at Emo's

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11040669/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/11040669/ Tue, 12 Dec 2006 14:04:56 PST I love eating them.
I love the plants.
Don't even heat 'em.
Takes too long for cinder and smoke
Takes too long for cold veins to stop.
Everything is warm.
But not the plants.
I love the plants.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10879966/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10879966/ Tue, 28 Nov 2006 14:19:20 PST I ain't takin' showers anymore.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10779096/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10779096/ Sun, 19 Nov 2006 14:51:42 PST However long it takes.
Chapter two is unfolding, halfway done.
There are six chapters before the story begins.
Oh.
by the way.
The Story of the Doors is still being written.
However
long
it
takes.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10652527/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10652527/ Tue, 07 Nov 2006 20:37:14 PST Today was a double feature of chemistry exam followed by calculus exam.
I am entering a poetry contest, still don't know which piece to use.
My back hurts.
And.
My mom bought my a really cool Flaming Lips t-shirt, it has Yoshimi battling pink robots in a comic strip format.

end.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10553948/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10553948/ Sun, 29 Oct 2006 22:34:19 PST
Table of Contents (because I am excited):


Prologue:
August 31, “Like Rebekah” by Morgan

September, 2006:
September 1, “Couch drift” by Morgan
September 2, “When the Indie Boy Goes to the Dance Club” by Ryan
September 3, “Nobody is Magical” by Ryan
September 4, “m3mory” by Morgan
September 5, “Mr. Lee and the Red Pangent-Tree” by Morgan
September 6, “three” by Morgan
September 7, “Science slaves” by Ryan
September 8, “part b” by Ryan
September 9, “Suspension Bridge” by Morgan
September 10, “ ‘All hell, All hell, to the Lord Jesus Christ’ “ by Morgan
September 11, “At lunch” by Ryan
September 12, “Oceanographer’s Plight” by Ryan
September 13, “Freshmen” by Ryan
September 14, “When Getting a ‘C’ Evokes Self-loathing, pt. 1” by Ryan
September 15, “This Past Week, or When Getting a ‘C’ Evokes Self-loathing, pt. 2” by Ryan
September 16, “Get in solid walls” by Morgan
September 17, “need not worry” by Morgan
September 18, “Better yet” by Morgan
September 19, “Dupin’ Around” by Ryan
September 20, “Sunrise Sunset” by Morgan
September 21, “china man” by Morgan
September 22, “When the Dream Lady Visits a Nightmare” by Ryan
September 23, “Having fun” by Ryan
September 24, “Blue” by Morgan
September 25, “Sickness, a land of bed-rest” by Ryan
September 26, “oh those bells” by Morgan
September 27, “green” by Morgan
September 28, “Red” by Morgan
September 29, “To Hold, I’m Told” by Ryan
September 30, “Distance, and All That Are Gone” by Ryan

Epilogue:
October 1, “And would you be willing?” by Ryan

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10522216/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10522216/ Thu, 26 Oct 2006 22:13:06 PDT Broken Social Scene concert was wonderful.
Weather is indecisive.
Like me.
The growing
the get-to-knowing,
I'm so tired.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10497953/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10497953/ Tue, 24 Oct 2006 14:09:26 PDT Beneath the grey.
Short, and simple.
Biological machinery.
Eyelids clamp.
Awkward abandonment, dissatisfaction.
Nothing.
Time to be numb,
Beneath the grey.
Short, and simple.
Tomorrow's day.
Not here.
Loud sounds.
Desiring arms.
Nothing.
What's best for you.
Incongruent.
Tired.
Walking lop-sided.
Missing fields
Of green.
Tired.
Time to be numb.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10481107/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10481107/ Sun, 22 Oct 2006 21:22:18 PDT and long socks.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10470902/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10470902/ Sat, 21 Oct 2006 23:21:37 PDT Some are more accessible.
Some roads are long drives.
And some concerts have right songs.
I'm glad we've broken the distance.
No time,
no space.
Just the white glowing, and tingling.
0509am

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10414875/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10414875/ Mon, 16 Oct 2006 16:52:18 PDT The song that is meant for cloudy days,
Where the air feels grey and cold and drips all over my skin.
The acoustic guitar steals the thought of going on.
Will I feel the same on the next song?
Will its notes elicit images sewn in memories?

The sky's moisture always rises, mine always falls. And there are these places that exist as mere fragments of memory, of the autumns so recent, so far gone; past places tucked underneath my frame like lost notes unraveled beneath the beams of my bed. Perhaps that faint violin and the light piano tapping is the rainfall, the buzzing sound before everything falls apart toward the ground, bearing dirty reflections in the pavement and slippery walkways.

Old letters are simple timelines that just drag me into the ground. New face, new trace; oh novelty, you've stretched my exterior like plastic wings.

There are some things
That I should get over.
I mean,
there is someone.
The world is grim.

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10386407/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10386407/ Sat, 14 Oct 2006 02:02:53 PDT I went to San Antonio:
-the streets are gruesomely small
-the city seems like a large amusement park
-hardrock cafe is overpriced
-one waitress reminded me of the mom in Artificial Intelligence (that really underrated movie about robots with Haley Joel Osmen)
-the Alamo is just an old building
-the riverwalk is an overrated irrigation canal
-Weezer's Pinkerton is a good singalong for the car
Conclusion:
Why did I leave Austin? Austin > San Antonio.

This coming Friday might be special.! (?!)

]]> ~MergoWHM http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10375358/ http://MergoWHM.deviantart.com/journal/10375358/ Fri, 13 Oct 2006 00:18:08 PDT I've missed the villagers.
You all.
The music keeps me sane.
^_^
and the hills.

]]> ~MergoWHM