Sweet Morning

They lined up all the Psalms,
all one hundred and fifty of them,
and shot them one by one.

They threw them in a trench
made for the purpose of burying Psalms.

And did the Psalms rise up,
did they rise up singing?

Did the Psalms stay together,
did the Psalms disperse?

Did the twenty-third Psalm escape,
and come to your house
and ask for a ride?

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i think eileen myles is good in theory
but, similarly to patti smith,
i think she's an incredibly boring writer only famous for her stringy, outcast, badass, potent nature. But all these wonderful qualities never amount to anything

"this is what we have to work with?"
I know there are better, more awesome feminist writers out there

i've been watching everybody graduate, lately. it is not fun to watch. i'm squeezing something. i feel sad. i feel boring and like it's not worth it anymore (nothing is worth it anymore). it's okay that nobody sees anything in me because I don't see very much in myself. I've never been "clever" "smart" "funny" "insightful" but I'm learning to deal ( Read more... )

I'm growing to a level of paranoia about this journal, so i'm going to be deleting most of the content on this journal, i'll save it somewhere else and start new.

why do i do this

fall hard
fall hard
fall hard

AL: So you're up? Want to meet me out in the world?
PS: I am in the world! With a giant headache
AL: Where in the world?
PS: My room? I am contemplating hermitage and sex

that's all there is to think about

here is another dean young poem (so far I love parts of him more than anybody else I know ( Read more... )

i regret things. i regret everything. SO TYPICAL OF ME- TO WANT THINGS WHEN I CAN'T HAVE THEM ANYMORE. ha.

ok guys
hella drunk post. just kissed this guy i am interested in. never been so forward in my life. feel pretty good about it. wtf is going on- i blame this on the free heneiken at tonights show.
good night.
pamela

the absolute dishonesty of my life