sometimes it's easier to think about this. and this. and that ( Read more... )

Hello.

I need This.
It is my best guitar I ever had. Not glossy, not fancy, not blue or with swirly flowers. Just beauty. It is my best guitar that I traded away on an impulsive day. This one is my baby's twin. Please feel free to mail it to me.

Also.
A big plea to anyone who's ever done any half-way decent recording of their own music. Or knows ( Read more... )

so sloane and phillip and i are driving.
we were driving and the side of the highway started crying.
and then it was a sad tiny cat boy that someone had left there..

and we took it home and kept it and loved it.

and bathed it.

AND IT TURNED INTO THE SWAMP MONSTER.


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me: i.. i wanna be.. a gay man.
sloane's mom: okay.
sloane's mom: i want to be a black man.

sloane's mom: hand me my cheese sticks.
me: ..cchheeeese sticks.
sloane's mom: ..and my marinara sauce.
me: mannanara sauce.
sloane's mom: nananana sauce.
me: nininana sauce.
sloane's mom: ninernara sauce.
me:n-n-n-nuh sauce.

yes we had a good day.

so i got a job ( Read more... )

extremes.
pendulums and either-end dreams
it's a decision
you make everyday.
nothing sudden
nothing final
my criteria for myself
waxing
and waning
and i swing around this
as a swing around this
my own little axis
in my own little head..

to clean up the clutter of echoes ( Read more... )

everything i ever gave away,
anything that was ever taken,
i take back.

this formed out of nowhere in my head today as i drove and drove and drove.
a reclamation, of sorts. of nearly two decades.

i am mine.

i closed a book.

ani is in 4 days.
oh. my. mother.

there are some days when i just shouldn't listen to myself.
also, some days when i should do it far more.

( ani on the heart.. )

skeletal thrust ( Read more... )

laundry in the washing machine.
dishes in the dishwasher.
puppies on couches.
muffins in the oven.
fresh playlist.
fruit-scented oxygen.
soft cotton.

life is an exhaled breath.