i'm not boring, i do it with couples!

vegan cupcakes

mmm just so i remember this occurrence... justin came home at 2 am and we made popcorn and watched a movie on my laptop in the park. then we scurried home and got the bikes and went to kellogs and we doodled and i got hot chocolate. we rode up through williamsburg for a bit, then through greenpoint, down past mcgolrick park and back up toward the ( Read more... )

today was one of those rice-rain sort of days, the kind of rain that makes one appreciate the fact that it's raining. my coworker and i spent all day chain smoking and discussing the epistemology of love, and after work i went for a looonggg bike ride and finally put a deposit down what has been deemed cara and i's (and i guess justin's for now!) ( Read more... )

we are all

spit-specks; the
depth of
which measured in
fractions of milliliters, we are
all dots and lines,
unbeknownst we are
undefined

and i, in holy recognition of
i,

have let go of all faiths and signs,
all pious dividends of divine,
and have taken

to the wine.

i have run into someone i know literally everywhere i've gone for the past week. and because justin is here i've been bumming around more than usual. i'm outgrowing this city; i feel constricted. we all want to be invisible sometimes. what's funny is how many people will greet me with a squeeze of the shoulder, a caring tilt of the chin... yet i ( Read more... )

ah, a continuation. for joy. tonight i ( Read more... )

i wish i could go one day without another reason to not want to go another day ( Read more... )

it doesn't take one more than a couple nights of drinking and a morning spooning with the wrong person for one to realize that one is all screwed up inside. yes ( Read more... )

of course, they only worm their way in to eat away, right? then they make a b-line for the exit, and you shit them out. it's always painful-- but no matter how surprising it is to look down and see what's been exhumed from inside of you, it's easy to let it become routine ( Read more... )

quit worming yr way into my heart, i have papers to focus on. the last thing i need is a another reason to daydream.

back to conceptual glossolalia vs xenoglossy, FTW!