It was great to see you the other day at the carnival.
My enchiladas were delicious.

and after getting my nippled hauled off by the boy who likes to play his drums
im left with a purple-black limb. my foot is black, and very near death. amputation will be necessacary.
i missed the knee. got the shin. oh, the shin. and crunch. oh, the crunch.

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oh stress

im not a decision maker

im a limbo-riding-ill-decided-later-lets-get-drunk-it-doesnt-matter-now because-im-drunk type of gal.

when people are riding me pushing me, pressing me, it makes all the things i love just seem stale. its becomes an obligation. and obligations are never fun.

time for some m & m sensibilities.

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hangovers + heavy turbulance = lots o' aviation fun

What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.

i've been melting ice chips in my left nostril
while cursing the world
specifically sweat glands
and them making it necessary to shower

showering is unnatural

i am never showering ever again.

PLAN

If I'm lonely
it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it's neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning