we dont got:

mouths
morals
histories
lineage
prayers

I want to eat a bowl of rice. I am sitting at the computer crying. There is a football game on TV and I have just left it on. They keep yelling "there goes georgia tech" I guess georgia tech is playing "wake" but I dont know what that means. I am trying not to cry. I am trying to be happy because um I am 21 years old and I am moving to New York and ( Read more... )

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I have been walking around all morning cry. The alarm went off at 7 and I got up, put some clothes in a suitcase but didnt pack. Everyone called all night long, I put the phone in the dresser. I want to say I read that in a book- to put the phone in hte dresser. I gave myself a bowl of ice cream, I sat on the roof while the ice cream was melting. ( Read more... )

Blame it on Elvis

secret journal I wrote a song for you.


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and you're telling me I got it all wrong, that that was just a movie &these are all songs, but look at my face when I cry myself to sleep and the way the tears turn up, dancing cheek to cheek ( Read more... )

with the passing of time and the changing of names, I sitll never said yours like that. In some of the stories I heard the way you said it was better, and in some of the stories you wouldnt say it at all. Maybe it is more fragmented than I think, or just too late to be deconscructing. Maybe that's the point you were trying to make, that I cared too ( Read more... )

I later found out that he took them all to the same place. That same stretch of sand, the same body of water. He stared out at the ocean with them and laughed. They thought that in his smile they would be able to find the kind of comfort that most people spend their whole life looking for, and now, here they are with him. How lucky they are. He ( Read more... )

I wish we could talk about it harder, we're not talking about it hard enough. Instead we're pretending we have the resources to retrace whole steps like they never exists. Ah, yes, we've always been this happy. Chomp, chomp, chomp. I don't know why I forget who I am dealing with.I need a new book to read, I am sick of whole names. I will hear a ( Read more... )

I feel better today than yesterday. Mondays in clearwater, florida often make it hard to adjust. I miss Cambridge life though, it is so easy to adapt to endless bike rides &ice cream cones. I miss my classes too, I probably miss my classes the most- having Trudi Tate read one new short story to us a day jesus. I need to find a job, my savings ( Read more... )