I'm Going To Start Using Capital Letters Because I'm Tired Of Not Using Capital Letters.

I need a change. Bear with me.

an example of why my life nestles kinetically in a seemingly airtight container

ben gibbard is starring in the big-screen adaptation of david foster wallace's 'brief interviews with hideous men' (directed by john krasinski...weird). this is oddly coincidental because of two unrelated personal revelations. the first: although i had previously discounted death cab for cutie because of how much plans completely sucked, i decided to allow the band back into my heart because of their recent release, narrow stairs. i like it alright, and i'd even go as far to say that some songs ('cath...' in particular) are reminiscent of photo album, but that's a stretch. the second: after reading 'brief interviews' over christmas, i concluded that 1) the book probably made me think more than any other book i've read this year, 2) DFW really does live up to his hype, and 3) it's really a shame that he had to go and off himself, even though it probably poignantly contributed to the aforementioned #1.

so i guess it's pretty cool that one of my favorite musicians is going to play the lead in a movie made about this book that i love. i still haven't decided how they are possibly going to pull the whole thing off though. i wish john krasinski the best. oh, and another thing i should mention about ben gibbard is that he recently got engaged to my ultimate girl-crush of all time, zooey deschanel. i'm so jealous! of him, not her (i mean come on, she's totally hotter than he is). anyway, point is, this guy and i are definitely on the same universal wavelength.

seduction of the less-transient and less-resilient

i speak slow.

slower.

slower now. steady pitch, restrained inflection. to elongate my rubbery words i bite their ends and let gravity pull them from my teeth. my head assumes the sloping position for casting eyelid shadows. a sly contortion of neck swells the white that separates the grin of my iris and lower lashes. i gaze up at you from below, from inside your cage of ribs. from the very bottom of the pit of your stomach and up through your telescope throat. look at me. look. at. me. i see you, hello. i smile like i know something you don't. pressed-lip smile, all your secrets are in my cheekbones.