A,C

slumped slipping---
slumbered mess of plaid.
an urbane mountain;
lone and organic.
meaty palms
swollen, pockmarked, absurd.
a modern pearl.
blue and well kneaded and
inches from tile.

in other news, this week i went to the 99 cent store and i bought two vases.
work is work and i'm fucking boring.

so if running out of places before i have an anxiety attack or start crying becomes any more of a fucking habit, i've seriously either got to move out of this city or cut ties with everyone i know ( Read more... )

i am so drunkw i cam't sea yessssssssss

i forgot to mention that two weekends ago running around washington dc with a megaphone, prowling the streets for some after-"riot" beer was awesome ( Read more... )

work schedule this week BLAHHHH
tommorow 1-4 @ the gallery
sunday 12-5 @ the gallery
plus registering monday @ 10am at school
monday 5-10 @ mama's
next friday 5-10 @ mama's
next saturday 5-10 @ mama's
next sunday 12-5 @ the gallery

LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING TO BE REALLY LATE TO THE PARTY ON MONDAY

christmas night, 2004, 2:45 am: me, lilith, and audrey in some dive bar on seventh street and avenue a wasted being showed baby pictures on a cellphone by a drunk irish father, sitting next to a full table of kids who graduated from my old high school a few years before me ( Read more... )

only nine years after john had moved out of his parent's house, he had a near ex-wife, a drinking problem (which he approached with the levity and acceptance of every great writer), and a job picking up telephones at the hospital on seventh avenue. john lived on the fourth floor of a rent controlled apartment in a neighborhood that he didn't quite ( Read more... )

i just got 1800 spending money from my college
they pay me to go to school
hahhhahaha i win motherfuckers
YES

we have built this moment up like castles and bridges and tunnels, running through veins as fast as subway cars going express. i pause; my hand on the doorknob. i pause, i stop, i stand, i take in everything. the wooden floors slightly warped, the brass unshined. we keep forgetting to change the lightbulbs. we've stopped stealing toilet paper. but ( Read more... )

letters in the mailbox offering complimentary bibles, four cups on the table with coffee grounds as black and clingy as soot. peeking out of the tops of liquid like coal miner's coming up from a day's work ( Read more... )