i hate hate hate poems that obscure their mediocrity by slipping in words of french.

[13 days until YOU come over. i am going to disneyland in formalwear no matter what]

i am going to go into a nearly empty elevator with someone and insinuate that we have committed a murder.

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i could not find you a black white polkadotted scarf. sorry. miss you too.

SO I DID THE IMPOSSIBLE i messed up kraft macaroni and cheese! i cannot cook boxed noodles. butter prepackaged powdered cheese and (can i get a timpani roll please) milk. i wish i photographed better. sometimes i tap the burner with my left hand until the dots on the grill become red. there are sounds outside my window that scare me but they are

woke up (8 am). ate. went back to sleep. woke up (1pm). we look forward to summer!

back.

Leaving for San Francisco tomorrow. 23 days starting tomorrow.

am sick of looking at myself. am completely aware of what i look like. sickening as in repetitive. cryogenics bettering myself for and then opening (not zippered but sealed halves, plasticsoft halfdried gesso) and resealing. timing. coming back and perfectpreserved (stalactites, winter) like saying how was january february etc. gave me a headache. ( Read more... )

dreams last night so now i don't actually have to live out in real life though these wee feelings would be much appreciated to be lived again, whatever medium appreciated. feelings of light in a depressed sort of way, usually the cream with the coffee of everything. new rufus songs! rapturous in a depressed funeral march way.

truly one could fit a person in my checked baggage provided a few limbs were removed or the person was collapsible. ha! i think i am a collapsible person yes. I lapse, yes.