whatsoutsidethewindowimatnow Sol a laurel bush, an aged yew tree, the mossy stone garden wall. a short rough road leading to a green field beneath a pink sky 010604 ... lost a green fruitless mulberry tree a white roof top with 2 green air conditioners. a brownish hillside with a few small trees beyond that and a sunny blue sky and a gentle breeze. 010604 ... johnny west the grass next to the road next to the park next to the sidewalk next to the road next to the school next to the track next to the road... 010604 ... fucklif3 Outside of my window I see the mindless sheep of tomarrow and the cemetary that rests the old. all walking in the trampled path of shared yesterdays. 010605 ... Dafremen See also: cubicle 010605 ... yummychuckle um a plumeria tree, a couple palm trees, a messy yard, some noisy kids going down the hill in some sort of wheel-edd contraption... 010605 ... unhinged the complete fear that i might lose someone i hold very dear that would have to be just another grave that i visit every day i felt your hope buried when i left y_town believe me dear you might not have the screaming adoring crowds of mindless teenage girls that nsync and the backstreet boys fight every day but you have me little conosolation i know but i have been screaming and adoring for almost two years and no matter what you have accomplished something you saved me inside here i have felt the slip of addiction i know what it's like but frank, as evil as it is, we must always have hope hope is the only thing that makes me content to sit outside this window looking in on you every breath a prayer every show i go to a wish om mani peme hung 010605 ... pinkish a humid night 010707 ... black-dyed gel product ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^ a bunch of dead neighbors and some cops that are yelling at me to come out with my hands up ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^ 010707 ... carden some apple trees and behind that a corn field 010708 ... mmm rain 010708 ... warp factor five Stars, racing past. 011028 ... User24 whatsoutsidethewindowimatnow? like anyone gives a shit. does anybody really sit there and read with avid interest the wonderful descriptions of various strangers' neighbourhoods? 030618 ... blather stalker i do. 030618 ... birdmad thanfully, in this heat, no discernible sign of the thong_man 030618 ... white_wave i'm in the loft right now. the window is way up above me. when i lie on the bed i mostly see sky out of it. right now I would mostly see moon. 040302 ... ee beep peep i only look out my bedroom window on friday and saturday night. i'll see: -a dead neighborhood -young people pretending to be fun and wild -that same old person who goes out for fresh air and exercise -neighbors running errands -neighbors' dogs fooling their owners -the family that keeps to themselves and pulls down their shades -those same four, five teenagers/twenty-somethings wasting time in the street -the boy who's always seen alone and on a skateboard -annoying people who blast music from and drive too fast in their cars, the flag of their homeland shaking wildly, tied loosely around the necks of their rearview mirrors i would go on and on, but i'm too tired to type anymore. i should get some rest or drink something (i'm sick again). 040303 ... unhinged a brick wall that frames a small patch of sky where the moon sometimes sits and the rumblings of city buses and motorcycles and souped up hondas. and to make my monday mornings even worse than humanly possible, every week between 5:30 and 6:30 am the garbage truck comes to empty the dumpster of the apartment building next door. the trees are like skeletons now, the bare branches skittering and clacking together in the breeze like bones rather than the rustling of leaves. every now and then i hear the drunken shouting reminiscent of other windows. i stand at the window sometimes and watch the little bit of the t.v. i can see from a window across the alley. they kept the blinds drawn on all the windows because their space was on the first floor and they had all kinds of expensive equipment laying around. they were windows that would have been easy to break into. we all sat around smoking like chimneys in the little inner room. second-hand smoke has a powerful attraction. one person would light up and then the rest would be sure to follow in an unsteady wave. the time span was between 30 minutes and an hour depending on how many people were crammed into the room. i always had my pipe near by and sometimes a bottle or two. she laughed at me when i walked in with my unopened bottle of southern comfort. it was my safehouse. the last time i was there before they were evicted, the blinds were discolored a dirty brown yellow from all the cigarettes that we all had smoked over almost two years. sometimes the cigarette smoke made my cloudy stomach turn over. and i would go outside for fresh air. and the sky was framed by the buildings up on the hill in the middle of nowhere with somewhere near by and i stood outside smoking cigarettes looking at the stars or watching bunnies and cats jump out of the tall grass. and sometimes i couldn't stand, propped up against the outside of the building concentrating on the yellow lines that drew the parking spaces, making my mind focus on anything besides puking. i keep the blinds in my apartment mostly drawn. but i can see the brick wall through some of them. and i lay awake at night staring at my wall. 040303 ... wopkins i cant see through the blinds so i dont know hey do i look stoned 040307 ... three words conflicting_gifts whatsoutsidethewindowimatnow what_is_the_currency_of_life 101223 what's it to you? who go blather from