i have urges to a stream of thought blog. no dates, no timestamps, no archives. no order. just thoughts piled on one another as some larger thought.

then i remember that none of these thoughts matter a whiff.

i deflate.

kumran.:© 2004-2008 i.m. ruzz (all rights reserved)

aint no one wants you when you’re broken down. everyone wants the quarter back after he throws a hail mary. we defy enough just by being alive without all those self-imposed heroics. why can’t you see that? why do we need to bring any more than that with us when we come?

i’ve had a lot of time to think and it’s thickening my skin. deforming me, maybe. but the scar tissue wraps itself around everything and soon i can speak entirely clearly from a cocoon of damaged flesh. the soft pink-white of a lung collapses. contracts. and i throw the ball long.

for you.