i'm a grad student in new york city. i'm kind of a waste of space. for now. i spend my hours mostly in my apartment, sitting on my pillow on the floor drinking mate, smoking pot and watching movies on my thirteen inch tv. and then of course, i write. i would say that i'm in the middle of creating something beautiful. all that said, i'm a writer at the new school.

I am unreachable, gone, and escaped

essentially my routine is get high, do some writing, do some reading, line edit my classmates' stories, eat a meal and watch a movie. occasionally class gets shoved into that mix.

i have my things.

i have very long eyelashes

interpreter of maladies, the trial, for whom the bell tolls, anthem, slaughterhouse five, a farewell to arms, i wish someone were waiting for me somewhere; eternal sunshine, run lola run, snatch, trainspotting, paradise now, amelie, syriana, the dreamers, i am david, lost in translation; explosions in the sky, bright eyes, pulp, mos def, beck, thievary corporation, broken social scene, arcade fire; cous cous, cherry tomatoes, generally any lamb dish, most central/south american

movies, dreams, sneakers, mate, music,

sneakers. i buy a lot of sneakers. i also listen to music obsessively, trying to complete my library. my frustrations with this country come and go, irritate and disappear seemingly with the wind. i also think a lot about moving out of the country. women is a given. the day i die is one of my favorite topics of thought. the day anyone dies, more precisely though, the last minute or so of life. and i must confess that i spend long blocks of time thinking about how many objects in my apartment can be turned into a pipe of some kind. so far i only have four.

"I got a buddy, his name is Ted. He's got a problem going through his head. He doesn't know how to puff puff give, but i like so i'll teach him and i'll let him live. everyday we teach him right. when he defies, we have to fight, but at the end of the trying day, we says it's ok and we puff away"

i'd cut off the a pinky if i could just get to sleep regularly

you feel like it. there's no gun pointed to your head.