my manager, patrick, is freaking adorabbbble - with lots of extra 'b's. he's so goofy & sweet & perfectly, quietly humble. he looks just like this wee one, just not as wee. but still stringy'haired & pale & creepy at first glance, then handsome.


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ive had things to say this month. swear it. at nighttime in the south pacific, i sleep in a little bungalow & lizards w pink speckles on their backs crawl into my bed. i miss my mother & her traffic though.

margaret atwood will be speaking in philadelphia two nights before i leave to explore the wildlife of volcanos & the wilderness of birds at the end of the rainbow. she will write a poem on my thigh, or about my thigh, or something that will be forever. what if you were eternal, undying, but had no one to be forever w ? i need to talk to mama y ( Read more... )

i think if a rascal was attractive & like an english teacher or something - really just an english teacher - & was malacious & terrible & forceful, but handsome & smarts, id succumb fairly easily / no no easily.
ug what do you think about on the subway ?

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today is about a girl i met named bouvier & a necklace filled w windmills.
my teeth are turning crooked & colors again.

for breakfast, we ate scrambled eggs w daisies decorating & thinking-shop juice, scrambling things up. my mom used to host egg tosses on our back porch & the birds would watch from the ledges, chattering. when we werent looking, they glued nests together w the splattered yolk & pecked at our lopsided cake ( Read more... )

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faye made me some cds that ive never heard before & they sound good. i love these surprises, i love her so much i could eat her whole. but i just had a sandwich w sprouts so im not hungry anymore ( Read more... )

best beautiful little life last night in the century on the earth.
im happy like a panda bear in his white fruit forest cos we grew up in those houses & trees together.