talk! but not at or for.
read! but not pages.

say something
do something
anything
be something

anything be something!

teach me to be a more effective deleter
a less honest confuser

now in this minor tone room with dwindling sunlight
and fleeing mosquitos
landscapes are just orientation


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too many memories for one little girl
time is too fast and slow for this
remembering his fear
his wide possum eyes
yellow teeth
seldom grin

uncles that abused us
women in peach dresses
taunts of electrocution
in the hot cold air
in this warm itching bed
in my safe hollow mind
in this creaking heavy house
in this nebulous stiletto suburb
in this bullshit buying ( Read more... )

if only i could stitch the two of you together
that would be perfect

last day in this tiny home

onto bigger and smaller things

trumpets and swords eventually

leaving my calculator behind

but taking some headphones

you WILL be eightysomething:
i know i'm gonna slip (we're all gonna slip).
quickly through these years and back to the dark of before,
without eyes to see (no) light, without hands to feel the absence
we won't care, and we won't know it.

so hand me my time machine:
speed up the construction (then slow down the process)
sick of learning your war, i just ( Read more... )

1. use right hand and brain to the point of injury (arm and heart)
2. use left brain to recover

oh sweet sweet rationality



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the following are selected excerpts from an ACTUAL sms conversation i had yesterday:

"we're gonna have to redo the analysis"
"we checked the assumption of normality and there were outliers in both of the neutral cells"
"yeah... but only on the pretreatment scores"

i remember in 2003 i used to wear really short skirts. i'd listen to the white stripes ( Read more... )

i exist?

here's our work in progress: suck my kiss, rain song, (sadly) most of the norah jones album / lover, you should've come over, roses from my friends... plus a bit more jimmy page and a lot of steve coogan. and market research. and makeshift pizza. and occasionally sleeping bags and maybe drugs for some.

PS: eight million (way to be ( Read more... )

mud puddles & wide eyes

actually saying "look! i really WANTED to wear boots to splendour and now it looks like i'm wearing boots! look how cool that is...! it really looks like boots!"

gold lion...the doilé...the barge...the booze

scenes that reminded us of signs (weird science?!)

kicking it Cabin style before things kicked in & somehow we weren't ( Read more... )

what if we'd swallowed this? what if we'd swallowed it up and forgotten about it like we'd done everything else? we're drinking hot water and drowning in cold dust because of the future snap.

an asymmetrical room where the balance seems perfect. perforated edges tell me this is the end of the end but how does it end? we're too far away from his ( Read more... )