( i still feel silly in 'dress clothes' )

biodegradable
portmanteau
petrichor
antaean
atrophy
languid
verbose
disclose
immaculate
mordant
systemic
precedent
predictable
resigned
progeny
circumnavigate

( nine dollars )

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My grandma became a vegetarian. She's awesome.

At the Midtown III diner, the men's room is blue. It is all blue. And inside its small rectangular floor tiles, and big square wall tiles, there is the smell of urine and cherries, and a path worn through the blue to an interior beige from the door to the urinal, where it splits and grows footprint-ears. The men of the Midtown III diner like to ( Read more... )

For the last mile of the bike trail, I race a stranger at twelve-thirty in the morning. In the end I am ahead, across the river from the lights of the highway, and the underpass below the bakery where it always smells like donuts. We are alone here except for the lovers in the shadows and the homeless man sorting garbage next to the train tracks. ( Read more... )

i wish i were wearing a sweatshirt. instead i'm buying coffee at the train station from pat. pat and greg run a used bookstore attached to the train station called walk a crooked mile, and sell coffee through a window. pat is telling me that greg is a retired school teacher, but mostly he reminds me of santa claus. it is almost september ( Read more... )

because it was my icon for a long time, and although i don't know you, you've read my livejournal. so, hello.

two-fisted life ( Read more... )