I have a strong desire to go to Powell butte. If anyone reading this knows where that is, they might be excited to find out that there's apparently an old pioneer house somwhere in the woods, which is where the trails consequently stop. On the top of the hill, with all the little red and black catterpillars, and the old water basin that's full of ( Read more... )

Somehow, I have never had a sick day at school. I've always come down with illnesses on Friday nights, then got the best of it the following saturday. I had kind of wanted to go to the club tonight, or partake in an equally exciting and trashy activity. But now it looks like I'll be lying around naked on my bed for 12 hours rereading obnoxious ( Read more... )

My Christmas went something like this.
(I walk down the stairs)
Dad. Happy Birthday, Nola!
me. Uh, Thanks.
Mom. Bob, you're going senile.

And I found a dead mouse on a mountain today and almost ran over it with my skis.

Ah, so I have become fully integrated in the... system... today. Yep, got a job. I'm only doing it so I can be dependant on Chez Jose Restraunt for my life's earnings, instead of my parents, thus perhaps giving me a jump start in leaving the nest. Oh, and tattoo money. I'm a bus boy at the one over on Broadway. It's kind of like being in ( Read more... )

Today I remembered a wish I had when I was quite a bit younger. My desire was to swing all day, from the minute I awoke. Food would be handed to me when I swung closer to the ground, and when I had to piss or whatnot, I would simply watch it fly away from me and seperate into dewdrops in mid air. When the sky began to darken, I'd do one of those ( Read more... )

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I've found that I enjoy the taste of nutritional yeast, for it rings the bell of salt in my mouth, but is instead a mass of microscopic creatures that I get to consume like a whale sifting phyto and zoaplankton ( Read more... )

I have come to the conclusion that, concerning my future, I wish sell myself as a stripper for an elite lesbian club that no one's ever heard of, then sell vegan caramels and sloppy pudding cakes on the streets to aid in paying for my fancy facial-care products ( Read more... )

So I was considering writing on this websight more, perhaps, or if that didn't work out, diving into a pool of chilled chocolate soymilk with my cunt shaved ( Read more... )

Who heard the phantom chords last night, close to midnight in southeast?
So eerie, I wish I could recreate them.