what? something. something. listening to zeppelin's going to california reminds me of so many aspirations, feelings, nostalgias. stuff stuff stuff.

discover "mark."

i am amazed at how difficult it is for me to transition into waking life. each night i fall asleep with perfect knowledge of my responsibilities, and each morning i wake up completely lost. i probably never wake up knowing what day it is, what time i should be awake, or what i have to do.

my first idea of heaven was a trapezoidal frame of clouds that are preceded by a few steps and a door in the sky. when you walk in, on the left side of the wall there are toilet seats on display, like in the home depot. i imagined that angels peed out of them and that's how it rained ( Read more... )

something about my feet. what about my feet? had a conversation with my mom this morning. my fourteen year old sister enlightened her to the fact that she hates men. she hates sex. and she can live without men. she doesn't need a man to live. i hope she makes up her own resolve. gets the strength to really look out for herself and do what is ( Read more... )

getting dressed at age six. i was putting on a pair of white pants with stars in a rainbow of colors. the pants had elastic at the waist and were very uncomfortable. this experience cemented my partiality for dresses.

at my mom's wedding, she, my sister, and i had bare feet.

every time i hear a song off of badly drawn boy's "the hour of the bewilderbeast" album, it fills me with a nostalgia of eating bread with the most delicious blueberry jam and drinking wine for breakfast. a time--how long ago? almost two years now ( Read more... )

on my log in page, there was a selection of animated gift suggestions. one was a man's hand holding a baby that fit inside his hand. weird ( Read more... )

so i've reached the point where i think philosophically when i puke ( Read more... )