You horrid sky!
Finally giving us snow (flakes like eyes), but your white only falls to puddles.
I'll lift my skinny fists like antennas to heaven!
And sneer.
You've lost my love.
You and Me and Everyone We Know is one of the strangest films I've ever seen. I wouldn't even know how to begin to describe it.
'Let's take my hand for a walk.'
I've finished my soundtrack.
I'd really like you all to make one, especially you who’ll soon be departing.
What better way to remember someone than by the music they associate themselves with?
Mine's longer than I'd like it to be, more than a cd. But eh, why limit myself?
Sunset Soon Forgotten – Iron & Wine
Blackbird – The Beatles
Beeswing – Richard Thompson
Waiting On An Angel – Ben Harper
Somebody I Used To Know – Elliott Smith
Pyramid Song – Radiohead
I Didn’t Understand – Elliott Smith
Evaporated – Ben Folds Five
Amsterdam – Coldplay
The Last Hour – Elliott Smith
Last Things Last – Rachel’s
Girl From The North Country – Bob Dylan
Fred Jones Part 2 – Ben Folds
Let’s Get Lost – Elliott Smith
Go To Sleep (Little Man Being Erased) – Radiohead
Jenny Wren – Paul McCartney
Delicate – Damien Rice
Fall For Anything – Jeremy Fisher
One Man Guy – Rufus Wainwright
You’ve Got The Moon – Josh Ritter
The Same Mistakes – Jon Brion
Tables and Chairs – Andrew Bird
Packing Blankets – Eels
Just Like We Do – Eisley
Say Yes – Elliott Smith
We May Be The Ones – Paul Westerberg
Baby Britain – Elliott Smith
Adelaide – Ben Folds
Bessa – Tilly and the Wall
Across The Universe – Rufus Wainwright
John Wayne Gacy Jr. – Sufjan Stevens
The Biggest Lie – Elliott Smith
Julia – The Beatles
Not Alone – Patty Griffin
Kingdom Come - Coldplay
And here's the poem I wrote in a half hour or so for a quiz in English.
I needed to type it for tomorrow, and I decided you could have it.
“Emily”
Her face lay flat and cold,
Flushed and dead-like
Twitching eyes drifting to faded hopes
And accomplishments most never hold
Her hair is limp and desperate,
A thicket of weeds
Tangled with loss and deception
Like brittle glass, something much too delicate
Gnarled are her feet, and browned by the sun
Scared and whispering
And as I lay beside her,
I see she’s gone.
I never much like anything I write.
I wonder if Ryan still reads this. Hello you, if you're there.
My head's full of stars and now it's time to sleep. | 
