empty breath vaporizer
sculpting icicle dagger darts
in my bull's eye.

in one of my recent mono-induced dreams of delirium i was in a poetry class. we were sitting in a circle and each person was supposed to contribute a line to the poem. my line was "she feathered a four word letter."
and then i kept rearranging the words in my head. i guess i woke myself up doing this because i don't know how else i would have

a la mi mal gemelo:

after life
as dust
upon
our end
table
never will
i leave
until
you are
a mite
who lives
on me

i just spent a good 20 minutes trying to cue up various songs to be my voicemail but they all sounded like crap so i resorted to using my voice instead (which also sounded like crap).

thank you.

a photograph is a secret about a secret. the more it tells the less you know.
----diane arbus

i guess i just don't understand why they all have to be so paranoid.
i'm not an emotional time bomb. (well, i can be but you don't know me well enough for me to spring that on you yet) i'm not cuffing you to my side, get over yourself.
i shouldn't have tried so hard to convince myself...
i want to have fun too...
i'm in the anti-pursuit.

i'm lonely, but i only wanna be alone.

i'm tired, but i can't sleep

i hate work, but i'm bored at home.

he likes me, he doesn't

..since when am i so insecure.

i think i scared him away.

i'm good at that i guess.

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i've got these stars in my eyes again.
it's a silly kind of feeling.
i've never felt things in such a see-sawish light.
it's like being on the verge....happiness?