I feel my mind skipping, scratching, repeating. I see the same car go by twice and I know I just went back in time. Those few seconds mattered and I got to relive them, I mattered. I breathe and clean my mirrors. Still there. I lay my torso on the kitchen table and I feel like this wasn't the 'try new things' my mother was talking about.  At one ( Read more... )

17 was a different kind of legal, 21 is pretty cool too.

 I feel so complete when i know your clothes are hanging in the closet our matching moccasins are placed together by the door.

Moving isn't the end, it's a brand new smile, and porch to smoke cigarettes on. Lightning storm through a clothesline, it's all relative in one way or another. I'm sure I talked about this while sitting in the driveway, while watching three beautiful people stare at each other and then back at me. I did talk about this on the car ride there, hand ( Read more... )

Why does the backseat smell like ovens, why is it warm and I'm wearing a scarf. I'm sick of this smoke, I'm just sick.

 It's strange. When i had a coffee table in the center of the room, opposites attracted and bad things conspired. When i removed the table, i lied on the carpet and cried, there was more room to be tragic. So i bought a new rug, and dirtied it with tears and bad movies, it gave me a sliver and i moved it into the kitchen. The bathroom rug got moved ( Read more... )

Then Again, I love Lemonade and those Lime flavored tortilla chips are delicious.

 Lemons and Limes.  This summer can be split into two categories, the sour and the nasty.

 I'm allergic to mosquito bites, well everyone is it just varies in degree. Mine turn into golf balls underneath my skin. I can just imagine a whole mess of colors and squares, stars and triangles swimming underneath the bite. If i cut one open I want to see sprinkles spew out, like lava and all the itchies will go away. Also, ever since I was a ( Read more... )

I tried to post a bunch of pictures, to remind myself and anyone who reads this that I'm still alive and awesome, but when I pressed the preview button, all I saw were a crapload of red X's. So fuck that. Here they are: words. Let's try this whole communication thing. With words ( Read more... )