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i had a wild day at work. i felt really busy all day, even though i had time to crochet half of a scarf for francisco. after work, nicole and i tried to find the rats that have been plaguing the cafe. we were trying to find out where they were coming from, and we found one on top of the hot water heater. i swung at it with a broom and it leapt at ( Read more... )

i feel so much. i feel too much. i am overwhelmed by the majestic burden of being a human, a person. but also there's an overwhelming opportunity. it can either frustrate or invigorate me; either way it inspires emotion and isn't that my own definition of art? the struggle of humanity is art. i need to admit the fucked-up-ness of the world but also ( Read more... )

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not feeling very inspired but feeling very positive ( Read more... )

ode to a spambot ( Read more... )

last night, i fought with nicole and then lindsey for a little bit and then locked myself in my room. i found a plastic bag and put it over my head, knotting it twice. i taped my hands together until the roll ran out, and i lay down on my bed with blankie in my hands. francisco was outside saying sweet things but i just listened to my breath, ( Read more... )

i don't know what i hoped to achieve. i see now that nothing said would have been the most eloquent. i should have known better than to rely on my 'friends'. they just want to belittle me, make me feel wrong. sigh.

i feel as though i am on the verge of writing something fantastic. at the same time, for weeks this book has been wrapped around me like a t-shirt that doesn't fit right, quietly choking me. that subtle pressure at the throat is maddening ( Read more... )