Autumn again, with its things: pumpkin seeds, t-shirt sheets/
Mitten, love songs, tea.

Snotgreen stephen on the beach, again. But I pulled the liteswitch on the way back to my perch. I keep imagining in a gray place with shiny and solid, wet things. Basilisk perched on the gorgon's hed, faced down in a seaweed bed. Heresiarch/ did I tell anyone I'm going to Mexico in April ( Read more... )

Always some restored draft: "Cut my thumb last nite, the cat has asthma," It's raining I want to stay awake ( Read more... )

Thank god; my paintings look worth finishing again. Hold onto them eyes ( Read more... )

$5,484.18 $64.08 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 12/14/2006
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Loan Details In grace until 11/14/2006 Standard $10,744.21 $103.26 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 12/14/2006
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Loan Details Paid in Full Standard $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00
Totals N/A N/A $16,228.39 $167.34 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 $0.00 N/A

so Screw food, I'm a babe-watcher; carefully drawing excavators with Alan & the sweet, supernatural satisfaction in gently lifting and resetting the gurgling Mia from and to various fuzzy and flat surfaces (gently cradling the hed, gently peering into her brain). These little perfect lumps of human parts, I am more fascinated and terrified than ( Read more... )

Well hi-ho, I got FIRED from my awful job. Mgr. David left an pseudopologetic voice mail w/ my cell phone carrier, unpleased w/ my progress at the restaurant, effective immediately ( Read more... )

All of John's Yoko songs w/ a brown sugar roof cigarette

On my bike home, just now, I passed a young cyclist (mermaid helmet, blonde, training wheels) & she just sorta shrugged at me like I don't know either. I was eating a grapefruit on the roof this morning and a wonderful idiot drove by in a bright yeller jeep blasting, screaming along to that song More Than WordsLast night at work I was making exit ( Read more... )

iKeep sternly sitting, reading, melting my eyeballs into the boxxX as if I don't have to walk down the street and remove myself from a place again. I was just wondering, when did I give up waxing
verbal? Perhaps I have changed my Oh Great aspiration to internet insinuator - WHOops, cover blown.

I have part of a song stuck in my brain, given the ( Read more... )