someone hit my car last night. the driver's side door is caved in right where the handle and lock are, my key doesn't even go in. i tried the passenger side, and it unlocked for a second and then re-locked. so, my electrical system is fucked. the electrical system i just spent $500 repairing. and i'm thinking, okay, i can pick up more shifts at ( Read more... )

the first time i made some snide comment about the world and the people in it being my midwest, i think i meant that they were a little bit trashy, a few years behind, something to drive through on the way to somewhere else. but now i think of it differently. it is a place of painful politeness, of open air

it started with my fingers and the soft part of my cheeks, and bit by bit the sensation that the world was starting to tear into me with its tiny teeth started to spread. now, it's in my brain, that dull part at the base of my neck, my shoulders and stomach lining ( Read more... )

well, no. what i want is specificity. specifically, the way it gets freezing in the night while the day has burned my knees. and he talked in the night all drunk after the bees brought the booze, reminding me of how i go to sleep at night or in the morning mostly feeling more hollowed out than before. specifically, not wanting to say anything to ( Read more... )

somewhere borderless, dulling the edges of your continent and mine ( Read more... )

it went so well ( Read more... )

( cat faces )

of parties ( Read more... )

the man walked out of his apartment without his umbrella. today, he knew, was his day. near to the fountain, she sat in dirty gret sweatpants and a gold cape, sitting and sipping and screaming. the man walked faster, nothing was going to change the fact that this was his day, every step more excited, rightleft, hisday. his eyes hurt, looking up at ( Read more... )

still and all, it is quiet in isla vista today, empty streeted like the fog forces us indoors; our snow day is a clean grey sky. and empty the way this is empty, i can do, the only breathing and footprint stomp on the road. it's the other kind of empty, the nothing n my mouth eyes hands that puts me here in sore and worn green chairs, not sure if i ( Read more... )