Thursday, March 17, 2011

y cada día un instante volver a pensar en ti.

Se acercan los dias.

Y con cada momento se vienen callendo los momentos.

Memorias que no se pueden apagar.

Ni con la lluvia que no para de caer.

-from the desk of S.C. Browne

Monday, March 14, 2011

Sundazed to the Core

It's raining where I am, and I can't stop thinking about the phrase,

"Like tears in rain."

I feel useless and out of control.

- from the desk of S.C. Browne

Edit the sad parts

When life gives you lemons...

I always suggest throwing them at someone.

These lemons are harsh... not meyers... but something more tart than your local lemonade stand.

I don't know what to say to you that would make things better.

Like better is something that we all want.

Guess I have to think about choice.

Because we don't choose these things.

But wouldn't be easier if we could?

- from the desk of S.C. Browne

Sunday, March 13, 2011



Where am I supposed to find myself in that word?
Good that I survived an event that blows my mind.
Good that I still wonder if I'm HIV+?
That I wonder if the choices I made for myself in my life make sense?

eternally stuck in a 20something void that gives me access to making horrible decisions based on lust.

My real name is four letters long and doesn't rhyme with good at all.

And now I'm stuck listening to drunk people argue the merits of the word faggot in different languages outside my window.

Faggot suits me fine, like a horribly amazing Genet dream I never realised was my life.

And it's good I survived an anti-climatic environmental shit storm...

if only to write another posting.

- from the desk of S.C. Browne.