i only write when i feel jumbled | mundled | i only hurt the men who've hurt me |

(yes | you | probably)

actually too fitful a rest

couldnt have woken

up thinking about him

I never slept

oscillating between again

(that impossible familiar flutter)

i remember this

when glances eviscerate

everyone

reasons and reason

just wasting my time

oh

im so detached

so

high above this

so

doing other things

no

just acutely aware

(of impending impossibility)

clap clap clap clap ( Read more... )

Current mood: bouldered over

how should i calibrate?

playing miles in silence did something to me. are you on that mountain yet? there is pixelated evidence that you're still grounded...but perhaps neither of us are right now.

ouch, that's my cortex

cycloptian visions covered in tape. cycloptian? miniature everythings. protein synthesis. cohesion in chaos. smoothing everything (over and out).


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hole puncher
glass apple
empty water bottle
receipts
photos
computer buzzing
my hands fleshy and gripping
arms bare

last week was colourful on paper
(literally)

puns, games,
chess & coffee.

her broken heart
you can't replace it
but you can repair it
(or is it the other way around?)

some blue pencil i found
i took out the eraser then i cut it up with ( Read more... )

i pressed flowers into a book. seeing them again makes me want some glass, and a nice fresh white wall. you could splash cold lemonade all over everything if you wanted. like we said, its all just a click away - but nobody's doing any clicking. in any capacity.

"come home! come home!" no amount of silent reflection will help me understand why the ( Read more... )

fucking with little plastic buttons as men who are heaps far away fuck with my head; but never intentionally. i've got this wall calendar with Important Dates on it, but there is nothing important on my wall, really; just paint. and post-its.

spiders and pirates and parker pens abound in this new light. but i may have arrived to late to catch ( Read more... )

so NOW it goes (instead) like this:

low down but high up... military men and moisturiser. silent observations and really tall observatories. times we wished we sat on the roof. too-sweet wine (we called it sugar). dangling necklaces, folders and unfiled files. furrowing brows when we think about why. and yeah, shiny plastic things as always.

i ( Read more... )

And i didnt tell you that i gave blood while i was there. i could taste it when they pumped it back into my veins. somewhere in wyoming there is a bunch of my plasma cells, and they are waiting for a second batch so they can actually use it. is that a metaphor for something? i dont know, but HOLY SHIT its good to be back and its good to be mindy ( Read more... )

either way the bottle makes it stretch around itself & it looks a better fit. I was under water for a while (literally?) but i couldn't stay down because the air in that tank is not the same as the air above. so i looked down instead of around and discovered something better. this extended metaphor is making the smile behind my hand stick to my ( Read more... )