turning saints into the sea.

the walls were thin, like the plastic in confessional booths through which you can hear the sins of your neighbors, if you strain a bit. and you always do. they must have heard me breathing when the metal was pushed through. bless me. bless me.

i want to shine on in the hearts of men.

tonight was nice. quiet. it came with new socks and an amazing picture of the baby on halloween. (she was pebbles. there is a bone in her hair. she's still the baby, obviously, but she really isn't a baby anymore.) i finished transmetropolitan's tales of human waste, which is sad, because now i miss spider jerusalem all over again. i learned about catwoman (crooked little town) and the second batgirl (death wish) and oracle and holly by extension. i think i'm in love. i'm in the middle of the first starman graphic novel right now, and the first league of extraordinary gentleman is waiting for me. go, nerdboy, go.

i miss my roommate.