i've become someone who saves their kombucha jars, and not to keep my own kombucha home brew in...that goes in the mason jars ( Read more... )

im still wondering why youre the only one who gets to have
feelings about these things i thought we had buried in the back yard long ago.

these foamy hearts are quickly melting into sad little ghost-

all of the sudden im drawing venus de milo meets founding father images, with whiskey, honey combes & "lightning roots".

oh the joy
the sour ammonia, toxic, slightly fishy smelling
of old school polaroid film
i had missed you

its called a new summer resolution.
it involves books & sunlight. maybe some coffee here
and there

i called you back at 1:30 and we talked for two and a half hours even though i had to get up at 8:30. when i did get to sleep, i dreamt of fighting an old foe. we thought in theme, about something and with it. we fought about alice in wonder land. even in the dream it didnt make much sense why we were fighting, how could it be when we were using ( Read more... )

i have decided to whore myself out on etsy. what this means is i am going to be making very one demensional flat painted stuffed animals made out of canvas and or cotton. this might not seem like it (whoreish) to other people, but to me it screams lose and easy ( Read more... )

saw a hummer on the road today with license plate that read "HMRARMY" and i wonder if they, the owner, lamented the fact that they were part of a dead and dying army. practically a moment of silence.

"oh yeas
the DEATH
i miss when you used to be just the death
but we didn't have golden shit eggs back then"

i might be living in SF this summer.

as i was drifting in to sleepytime world and maybe was insisting her face be plush up against mine, i wondered- when she dies would i consider getting a comemorative portrait tattoo, like those people do of their hysterically happy children?