too much water closed eyes
unfold
song believe
just want to hold a held
freedom is not comfortable
overwhelmed pain in left arm
moisten thin skin eyes
hear this talk don’t speak
cold window desk
fresh fruit
warm tea
without she this empty
October 30, 2006
October 26, 2006
Thomas Green and I Are Like This ||
In case you’re not aware, Tom Green, the greatest thing MTV has ever been lucky enough to have (next to Sifl and Olly and Jackass) is the first person to have a talk show entirely broadcast on the internet.
Tom Green is the greatest comedian of our time and is breaking new ground so make sure not to miss it.
Oh and also, it just so happens that ‘Small Room’ is now a part of the site as I am officially a TG.com Deputy:
derek_’s Small Room on TomGreen.com
Past guests have included:
Tony Hawk
Steve-O
Crispin Glover
MTV’s Kennedy
Ed McMahon
October 24, 2006
gum on the sidewalk
lyrics to a song I wrote last night, might be finished, might not.
her whisper eyes warm summer breeze
honeysuckle fence memory
simple melodies in dying language
we don’t spend time on what do you mean
surround myself in her glowing sleepiness
happy so pretty young decay
ring of phone miscalculate
can’t recall one word but still hold the whole feeling
grocery list on a small screen
asked her about death and her eyes flooded with light
in what way such recent goodnight
just don’t look too close fingernail expensive no time
fuzzy speaker wire sideways neck bleach
a stuffed teddy bear she fills my dreams
a taste of dirt and blessed arteries
want to know who you are see soft wrinkles shooting star
every other thought her broken image
gum on the sidewalk and we stop to play
October 23, 2006
so what silent punch
ok, fruit, ok
sore back not sitting properly
electromagnetic vibrate milk
every other thought her broken image haze
pupils dilated swollen eyeballs
honeysuckle fence memory
i’ve failed to reassemble it’s driving me crazy
the taste of dirt
contains soy lecithin
arrowbox fluffy cloud remnant
and whisper tar lungs
and blessed arteries
soft wrinkles
what is this wetness
undulating ribbon crack cocaine
…
October 19, 2006
i’ve only seen this show one other time and it was the same episode
your lemon ginseng soft texture is upside down react
i stood up you fear
simple melodies in dying languages
apple peel call on line three
indented
what do you mean what did i mean what you say you mean
the refrigerator sandwich bleed cuticle precious
these flower stain biscuits
demented phiosophical kisses
i don’t want to work here anymore.
October 18, 2006
this fog cloud anxious piston
the color of can’t remember
fingertip surrounded by grains of sand
attract
fuzzy shirt puddle how are you
speaker wire conversation
these are not blank pages!
surround myself in glowing sleepiness
how much fall to scrape
i will learn you box cup liquid cut steam
there is a hole in my shoe
it makes my socks wet
it rain
October 17, 2006
comment on comment condemn com
how so bland under
pressure spill
seven touches
point I did not hear
happy so pretty young decay
ring of phone miscalculate
or to shield weather caves
such green color such exciting
if see-through solid carve
then fifteen buttons
grind clean games how’s this?
sideways neck bleach
and summarize in twenty words or less please.
October 13, 2006
sometimes I could sit and breathe over and over
sometimes I want to run into walls
sometimes I can barely touch something to experience such subtle pleasantry
sometimes I just want to break
sometimes I’m not afraid to be honest
sometimes I can’t command myself to speak
sometimes I feel like I understand
usually I don’t
