It got so quiet, I let it get quiet. Ripping up matchbooks to make bookmarks. Constantly returning to A Lover's Discourse. I've been drawing a calendar of the same week over and over. Taped one to the kitchen cabinet, one propped up in the bedroom, another folded in my pocket (keeps falling out). In Masculine is Mask. What is in feminine? Nothing - ( Read more... )

Brain droolage/

Notes:
Quotidian; syllogomania;
stuff, things, apparatus, kit, implements, tools, utensils, material(s), appliances, accoutrements, appurtenances, odds and ends, bits and pieces;
objects;
powers of recall; tributary (a river or stream flowing into a larger river or lake);
consecrated, sanctified; foofaraw;
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April 15, 2007 ( Read more... )

When did everything get so goddamn ugly? Betrayals left and right. As a child I had no idea I'd be such a despicable human being. That everyone would be. But I also thought I'd be a genius and an Amazon woman.

I feel like I'm constantly waiting for something to blow over so I don't have to have terrible anxiety about it anymore.

Sunday night spontaneous mushrooms free W hotel room terry cloth robes ashing in wine glasses I'm the lab inspector on duty and Irish man with a mound of blow joint joint joint fucking twelve 40's and all of us dirty stinkin homeless smelling in the elevator going down and I can barely move my body

I hate being found out. Makes me love (you) more.

Today is calm. Tomorrow: storm(s). Displayed and splayed. A sick individual.

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Being a free woman is weird. But god, I love it. Who knew there were still forbidden territories (I DON'T EVEN WANT IT!!!). The more I think about it, the more I want to take a dump on "serious relationships." Seriously. Publicly take a shit on them. They're so gay and unnatural ( Read more... )

and so am I!

Summer of Love Oh-7.