You're disrobing my tree of its rotten bark ( Read more... )

boo. hey. yo. been forevs.
little drunk. but only a little. my fingers have gained some weight.
just here to say hi, sorry i've been so gone. it's been sad, i've missed you.
just remarking on how it is that people get honest when they're drunk. why is that? why the fuck is that?
i didn't think i was, and i can definitely still keep the worst of ( Read more... )

well. i just thought i'd make a record, i suppose. dang typing feels weird. i haven't been on a computer in forever. i mean, spending countless hours doing nothing for my own pleasure and bemusement sort of being on the computer. let alone updating. criminy.

i'm in my new apartment. that i'm sharing with kyle for the summer, almost for free. on su ( Read more... )

what is it about mornings? they are like silk to me, they go down like wine. oh, fumbling evening, sweet melody of the moon, how your caresses have made such magic in your hours. but i will always, always pine for the slippery new of the morning. why is the quality of light so different? why do these particular rays chase away my cobwebby ( Read more... )

i don't know what to say ( Read more... )

i hate being alone. i don't know why i keep reverting back to it. for some reason i keep telling myself i like being by myself, that i would be better off without attachments. when i think about the things i want to do in life, i impulsively see myself accompanied by no one. oftentimes when i imagine the things that would make me happy, it is ( Read more... )

damn, sam, i am a woman that rains ( Read more... )

it's sunshiney out, and i feel like i'm in another world. there is the shade of big, snappy leaves, and chipping, light blue paint. the air vibrates with that kind of charming antiquity that comes with cleavage, big dresses, manners, buckled black shoes and parasols. the kind you see on printed napkins. it's not even my porch; maybe it's weird that ( Read more... )

so it came down to these two halves:
one was, and one was yet to be

&&and

( and recently butterflies sleep on temple bells. )

i'm sucking on apple juice, and i brought out one of our dining room table chairs so i could sit on our porch. if you could call it that. front... area. i just didn't want to be inside, i don't think. i had a weird dream about a zombie earlier and it fucked with me. and it is all soaked and wet outside. not really fresh or clean like you might ( Read more... )