ahhh! and im going to visit kevni in oregon on the 18th of august! and then to preseason/college on the 22nd! tickets=bought. long run son at 9:30 pm with doherty, mariel and perhaps alyse?

chai mingling with leaf green mint ice cream on my tongue. the laugh of my cousin-annie haired and pepprika freckles shook suddenly on her nose. and the wurl of the fan causing the hair behind my ear to drift lazily towards the window, framing the pointy holly leaves. -in the cape

wow i am sweaty. after working 8:45 til 5, i ran 3.75 miles, went horseback riding for an hourish, then ran another 3.5 miles. I'm riding Haley Woodman's horse, a thoroughbred who takes off on you and bucks when you try to trot. Today she took off for around 5 minutes and was so out of control that I couldn't stop her. My mom kept telling me to ( Read more... )

those couples who only kiss out of habit.

children with angular hides and flies you make my pasta taste like plastic, rolling in

asleep in the chair she was. only ninteen and four months and three pennies for change. asleep but still talking. slightly stopped walking. asleep in a yellow topped stool. listening here and there eyes closed but flutter open. butterfly wings will wither and fall, the butterfly will, when you touch his wings. pixi dust powerder is needed to ( Read more... )

in the days of the phonebooths. two people could sit. in there. but only one lap. for phone booths are such a rather lovely size. and if you hadn't got a dime you could simply smile to a stranger. he would give it to you if you asked politely enough. and then you'd call. and then you'd sit and read a bit. or perhaps crochet. there's ( Read more... )

nothing i'd like to eat for lunch so. eaten a slice of penuche, a slice of wintergreen, still cold from the 'fride, flaking by the white plastic knife, serated a little. still sitting with the feeling of tiffany's of a cat in between a starry nighting. of rain and of three quarters of the way through, the way his thin black tie flaps a little as ( Read more... )

Tired ar 1106 after mailing a package and depositing mulah. Rusty sleeping next to me. alergies make me weak even though I took sudafed. i can hear a chainsaw.

I can smell him from the top of the stairs. It's a deep musty smell, a hint of cigars in there somewhere, and rich-overpowering. gosh I can smell him from the top of the stairs. Him down there in the kitchen having coffee with my mother. My mother in her make-up and "work" clothes at 8:17 having coffee that won't even cover his scent.