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woke up to drunk roomates. or they woke up to me. i think i am obsessive. i think i am bipolar. i think i am a-okay. a giant dance party inside the teal walls. screaming. a goodbye party in the play house. the guest of honor who was not there. wearing platinum blonde wigs and impersonating a french party girl. fur and leather. cigarettes and flasks ( Read more... )

i can't make tea right. it never works. i rode home at 8 in the morning in socks and no shoes. cold air and now tea that won't work. little notes on the wall. 'one of these days i'm going to leave you in your sleep' -girl. i did. you did. i did. is this me being a wild creature or just a stupid girl. but the air is finally agreeing with me. and oh ( Read more... )

it's four pm in the morning. and life continues as i shaped it. the frantic way we live would be a perfect tune in some crazy 1950s jazz song. we are a jazz band and i've never even picked up a trumpet. let alone a stand up base. but i do where a lot of black. fish eyes have watched me from the moment i got home. sturgeons on a coffee mug and blue ( Read more... )

i have not written words in such a long time. so here it goes, let's see if i remember how. i have settled into a routine crazyness. wild nights turn into wild days and back into wild nights. asleep and awake at the same time. 3 stories up perched in an open window. watching the sun turn the streets from black to dull blue to grey yellow. thinking ( Read more... )

creative roadblocks. in the form of crates full of books and jars and empty coffee mugs. piled to the ceiling, interrupting my view. mattresses on the floor and elephants in the parking lot. that is the morning and the night. the only things that exist because the day ran away a long time ago. keys hanging on strings and old records that can’t be ( Read more... )

i need to wake up. i don't feel real anymore. i need to get off of the sinking ship. but i know that i won't. i am the captian. and the captians go down with their ships. this is life. this is an adventure ( Read more... )

it is cold. unusual. is the weather trying to tell me something ( Read more... )

it has not logic, a lot of gramatical errors, and is ridiculous. but enjoy ( Read more... )

so i am having a gallery show in the fall. how exciting. i am going to paint upwards of one hundred 5 by 5 paintings on paper. inkwashes and line. each one will be a different littel animal or person. they will all be saying something in a word bubble in backwards handwriting. each painting will say a line from a story i wrote and they will be put ( Read more... )