portland nearly killed the queen prieto and i

but we have returned. and there's this road i sometimes drive on. one time you ran into me on it.

three hours of sleep ( Read more... )

i decided i wanted to say something else (think that today's bike ride made me very brave ( Read more... )

riding my bike today i thought how when they fix the roads with black lines of tar it looks like huge grafitti but it's impossible to read while riding over it. i tried to think in my head what the roadworkers would write on the streets ( Read more... )

i think it was the sweetest thing last night, driving home ( Read more... )

today was just like any other day ( Read more... )

just wanted to say how bad my bruises are on my shoulder, and how wierd it is i don't remember where they came from . . .

drinking champagne with my dinner, which was snow's clam chowder and bread with dijon, was excellent. kind of washed down the whiskey i drank earlier on my roof, watching the sunshine fade behind hige thick clouds, watching the little specks of blue light.

and now, i am watching empire records. what a good movie.

now, let's all smile a lot.

oh fuck

and fucking shit

why must i be so honest? why must i spread this ache?

why did it come to me in the first place?

what a god damn bastard am i

hello

i love you

won't you tell me your name?