November 2009
5 posts
This is what I know;
I smoke to many god damn cigarettes. My hair is curled. I continue to do the same things over and over again expecting different results. I enjoy your touch. I think of the touch of someone miles away. I am tired, exausted. I have no amends to be made. Writing three pages every morning is a daunting task. I have to create or I will perish.
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October 2009
11 posts
Today today and yesterday
Listening to Elvis Perkins. Made a delicious tofu scramble. I was ok enjoying it alone. Drinking Oolong tea, sitting in the sun flooding thru the windows. Procrastinating cleaning the kitchen and packing more.
I never realize how much stuff I have until I move. Mostly books, weird trinkets, and my camera collection. I haven’t lived with friends in over a year. I mostly lived with Tyler in...
As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was.
I could have sworn they followed me home. The moon hung like the portraits in my dreams and Jupiter swayed with a current that pulls on us calls upon us.
September 2009
9 posts
Questions to ask Dave Eggers at the Q&A
what kind of toothpaste do you use?
do you prefer sugar free gum to the regular kind?
If you were an animal what animal would you be?
what animal do you think I would be?
do these jeans make me look fat?
what kind of car do you drive?
does the string theory make sense to you?
what about Scientology?
have you ever wanted to eat pudding out of a cleft chin?
do you think it’s weird that I want...
I sink in bath tubs full of lavender and peppermint oil. You are pepper on my skin. My hands my fingers flip through pages, wet pulp mess between us.
I remember you
When the earth is silent
beneath my calloused toes.
3 tags
We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of those two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk on, lost, and lost again, in the mapless wilderness of love.
August 2009
3 posts
July 2009
8 posts
The truth is I don’t have access to the truth. I am bigger than my skin can hold, my lips crave more and then some. I desire silence and love and the chaos that brews in the steam from a hot spring. I chain smoke and pray to become better or worse, I pray with a book or letters under my fingers asking for salvation from this sickness that I am to full of fear to admit I suffer from.
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The way you smell on my skin
June 2009
10 posts
Next to me your breath is full and rapid full of something unfamiliar. I am torn. I feel my heart bulge beneath my thin thin skin. I fill my lungs with stale air trying to stay present…we are stale, not the air. I can’t sleep I can’t speak to you. There was a time when your eyes would fill with water like the Portland skys because your heart was full of too much love. Your eyes...
Your drag me down into the dirt. I smudge my war paint on and open my lungs to the air that surrounds you. You are cold bitter sweet and your fingers poke holes at my heart as my chest tightens and my belly turns. You are potential. You are nothing and then some.
maybe I am just tired.
Maybe I wanted to speak to you.
Maybe I would smoke with you. Burn down another one while exchanging dark kisses.
“We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships....”
May 2009
2 posts
April 2009
17 posts
I get all caught up.