sleeping. two or three naps a day. drunk-dialing over telephones three hours apart. missing. longing. laying on the cold tile, insides feeling warm. waking up at dawn to a stomach uneasy, unsettled, after a night of too much. dry-heaving into a toilet minutes before talking with a plethora of strangers about what i do each day, and every tuesday ( Read more... )

"Requiem"--Kurt Vonnegut

When the last living thing 
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here.

Rest in Peace, Kurt. (1922-2007)

i don't want to go back. i want to stay in one place. with one person. i want to stay on the couch at 3 in the morning eating eggs and watching family guy. i want to be 7 minutes away from my best friend at all times. i want to be able to drive a car when i need to. boone is lovely and all, but it will never, ever be home. 
i will be leaving very ( Read more... )

the past touches my skin as sun filters in through the blinds. hookah. dancing. chinese. lake johnson. 
perfection.
last night, a part of me died and another part was brought to life. i have no clue what the future holds.

and i kind of like that.

quiet hands, quiet hips, quiet sands, quiet lips as i watch your words fall into my lap. the taste of dafodils is bitter in my teeth from yesterday in the garden with lips in the dirt and hands in the gravel when we were gods for 8 seconds. lightning split the sky in two and we stayed while speaking in tongues and filling mouths with dirty, wet ( Read more... )

i dont' know where you are anymore
or where i am

next weekend: home. motherfucking glorious, stupendous home. familiarity. comfort. hugs. kisses. brother. streets i know. a car to drive. family. family. family. matt wilson. vikki barnes. jt boone. evan bockover. erin roettger. everyone i love.

i'm so excited. i'm so excited.i'm so excited.i'm so ( Read more... )

DREAM:
my dad and little brother drove up to boone to see me and i looked at my brother and just.. started crying. he was eating a bojangles biscuit. then, we dropped off my car and i started driving randy and wil around, and we ended up in this strange mountain town and ended up at this random house. then, randy turned into andrew and strange ( Read more... )

i feel as though i've done something wrong. i feel as though i'm being excluded. 
what'd i do?

..i just want to go home, honestly..

sticky heat and green tea and sleep encompass my days and this makes me restless. i want to be going out and doing things and driving [O, how i miss driving.] but, i'm thinking of summer already, and how i have no clue where i'm going to work and how i'm going to make money and how i'm going to GET to aforesaid, non-existent job. 
a new set of ( Read more... )

I had such a great fucking day. Randy and Nathan came up for the day and it was nothing short of amazing. I'm really not even sure how to describe it.


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