TK's Blog

As they say, things continue to go down. My eyes are stinging from a combination of dry ice and contact lenses (don't ask), my room is a mess (again), and I continue to worship Felicia Day like the sad little fanboi I am. The people around me are sad, glad, mad, and I'm really all three at the moment.

Here is something I scribbled on a corner of a tissue the other day:

Life is a melting pot of dogshit and sunbeams
Half a green carnation swims in blue soup
I must learn to make messages
from birdsong and laughter
and Victor's grotesquely deformed.

I'm working on an idea for a play about death, drink and pop music. I'm going to clean my room.

Life goes on I guess.