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some songs just keep being true.
oh, john k. samson ( Read more... ) -
things i can stop doing, starting now:
being everyone's best friend all the time - this really wears me out, i've been resolving to quit for years at this point because doing it successfully usually means keeping my mouth shut when friends of mine do or say things that bother me. people abuse the hell out of my compassion. well listen, world, i'm going to have some compassion for myself ( Read more... ) -
things i can't stop doing:
- writing flarf. it's currently acceptable, even fashionable, even avant-garde to write silly, obscene, outlandish poetry scraped together from the dregs of term searches. uhhhh, awesome.
- buying makeup. it's plums and roses for fall. matte eyes, glossy lips, little to no blush.
- checking to see if i have my keys. yes, i have them.
- waking up at 4 ( Read more... ) -
to quote viggo mortensen:
"i never saw a wild thing sorry for itself."
all all all i seem to want to do is sleep lately.
but i do work here now: www.melancholydane.com
"a small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself." -
mid-migraine still-life
objects on my windowsill, from left to right: antique pewter jewelry box with a torn red silk lining, inherited from my grandmother. small navy blue photo album with a clear oval window ringed in gold on the front cover - showing gran on her patio in cape coral, sitting back in a chair, feet in another, lean and tan and thin and holding a book in ( Read more... ) -
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yesterday stumbled onto a little hidden fountainy windblown courtyard behind lincoln plaza cinemas. sat in the cool graced light with jill, was accosted by a beatific lovely dreamyeyed former addict of some kind who had a little dog named roscoe. she liked my tattoos. i love those discoveries, snapshots of the city that make it yours, that make it ( Read more... ) -
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watching larry king talk to miko brando, liza minelli, and usher about the death of michael jackson was a little bit like having an anxiety dream, but awake.
i have a press pass to the nyc fancy food show because my boyfriend is wonderful. between now and tuesday my goal is to eat every single green olive available.
it is finally starting to behave ( Read more... ) -
this is not a post about a dead celebrity.
you've got to win a little,
lose a little
and always have the blues a little
new york city looks like gotham. it's rained basically the whole month of june. i'm starting a new job on monday, a PA for an obsessive compulsive upper west side lady who wants help keeping her tee shirts neatly folded. she thinks i'm overqualified. she's right, but i can't ( Read more... ) -
poems are everywhere.
one-word answer meme ( Read more... )
