so many lies so many lies ( Read more... )

there is only ( Read more... )

i'm thinking about the days in my head, mostly the ones that have never happened. if this were a movie i would pack these days into beautiful, five-second-long scenes at the end of the movie to make the rest of everything that had happened prior to the end alright. you would have ran to greet me, i would have made it there. hamlet is always right ( Read more... )

i'll give you an update on what i've been scrawling inside the little notebook that someone gave me once, i think it was my mum's friend in california. the cover is decorated with kitchy parisian street scenes. more about kitch later.

crossing the borders of the
state of affairs
things are shaking out and
shivering without you.
tired of talking to you ( Read more... )

2008:
a time to be....
-french-focused (ticket to spend time with elizabeth in paris, perhaps others in other locations, this summer)
-organized !! feng shui my life.
-non-consumer $$$$$$$
- physically and mentally fit
xxx- the best person that i am capable of being, in all respects.

while making the last and Overall Resolution of the Year Two Thousand ( Read more... )

last entry was 15 weeks ago. that's a week short of how long some kids lived in the woods via some college program. me and someone who, on the outside, is totally on the opposite side of the spectrum of interests from me- we both raised our hands and said we'd like to do something like that.
i'm not shy, nor am i outgoing,
and i hate to specify ( Read more... )

there are shivers on my forearms,

---apparently i began that entry 17 weeks ago. i've rediscovered this journal and parts of myself that i forgot existed. for an update on how my family is doing, i've not seen my dad in four months (he's living on our sailboat to work in virginia) and they've been threatening to turn the power off for a few months. ( Read more... )

ORANGE.
my retainer is lost,
my teeth are unrestrained.
lofts and space: mum ripping the edges of the business card i made her
fell asleep with my coat on,
my shoes zipped,
my glasses in my hand,
she covered me in a wool blanket
and let me escape.
red white and blue hands
skin, stretching
with the meridians
kept in a white gauze bag,
keeping me up at night.
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author's note:
these are things that i have been scribbling down in a small yellow pad (with "life without change is boring" written on the front- thanks, dad) and a larger notebook with the ancient world on the cover and a black elastic binding.
these may be repetitive, and are extremely un-edited. many of them were written in the remaining seconds ( Read more... )

i just forgot everything i was going to write in here ( Read more... )