Coiled back against myself; I am fragments of locations and mixed drinks from plastic cups. I like remembering. The coldness and sinking from which I came; music and empathy and heat ( Read more... )

Her jewlery is tasteless; she gobs it on all at once. The bohemian qualities in her attempts at fashion are lost beneath dramatic eye make-up. Her silver jewlery is resale; it shows. Last week I saw her at the supermarket, shoelaces untied, hair in a severe bun. Out carts bumps in aisle three and I comment on the price of lemon jelly. She is ( Read more... )

Your legs have turned to butter after three days of lethargy. You cannot will your body to move; joints grind and scream against one another. Captured inside the ribcage of your house you collapse on the linoleum of the kitchen, you laugh, drag your hands across the glass panes of the door.

And can you explain to me how your cynical, bothersome outlook on life cultivates brief and counterswung benevolence? Your crucial standpoint loses justice underneath an abundance of transient verbs so tell me. How we are able to compose ourselves into circles in an absence of comprehension.

Lack of sleep is finally dragging me down; headaches, blurred vision, fatigue.

It is the first Friday I have off and most likely one of the last but the rain won't stop coming down. I'm not pleased.

( Cycling )

There is an arsonist in my neighborhood setting fires to people's garages.
My grandmother is back and in full force; biting words.

The problem with lying is not being able to take anything back. With lying, the only way out is usually to lie again.

Shit, child. Everything is going to be alright.
It's 2 am; downtown time.

You can't please everybody all of the time ( Read more... )

Last night I worked the cash register without completely fucking things up and watched Elimidate and made dirt and worms and forgot to brush me teeth.

Someone buy me hairspray.

My skin looks like moldy peaches. I close my eyes against the feeling pressing at my collar bone, I run through the house in my underwear, I laugh alone at late night radio.

You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one ( Read more... )