Right now I am in germany...thusly updating was a little slow to come about. I am still in germany, but i got not-lazy. So, enjoy the new stuff strewn about everywhere. Like always you can reach me at Trevor_Collin13@hotmail.com Or on my AIM screenname Trevtor10 or you can just....live without ever talking to me. Whatever you want man.
With the classic roast, you get a strong sample of the goings on in my head, as well as that natural flavor to which people just keep coming back.
Written on computer. And it's not like it's just disinterested desensitized crap. But it certainly does not have the same feel as those which have been constantly edited on paper and crumpled, erased, stricken, etc. pressing keys is so much less work, and it shows.
the thing about the green book is that it wasn't green. it was blue.
Random notebooks. Random Subjects. Six Days in September and Gwenivere (whenever i rewrite it). The best stuff is in here, I think. Varied stuff.
I like this poem so much that it goes on the front page.
"Gwenivere" citrus perfume and sudden despair O, Gwenivere No hesitation; You left one night In the summer air. We had to meet tangled in the sheets you were water i could drink a song that i could sing confessions served with bottled wine sweet Gwenivere you lingered; smiled in a way that sent shivers down my spine. forgotten books covers never cracked listen gwenivere i swear; this is not real it isn't how it looks. O Gwenivere, where did we meet? Wrapped up in my sheets? You were water i could drink A pretty song i could sing.
