Sunday, April 10, 2011
a chai went by
i'm unsure and unaffliated with marriage. signing the register is like signing a lease...for life. and this is 'love'? committing and promising and ring putting on and kissing in front of people you know. i don't understand how it makes life different. marriage is so abstract. however, so is 'love'. they're just words really. words we've attached these incomprehensible meanings to. real life disguised as fairy tales. am i missing something? or is something missing me?
Thursday, September 9, 2010
1982
twenty eight is late night triple r's, pain killers, stemless wine glass, ohmygoodness balloons as big as me with air and answers. twenty eight is not great. it's plates of great. plates and plates of plates with cake. twenty eight is
Thursday, August 26, 2010
linetimes
sometimes i feel so overwhelmed and uncomfortable with the flesh i carry. it's like walking around with alien-tissue lumps stuck all over myself.
in other news...
the bounce of ginger kicks with lemon
fizzles with the honey floozy
a brimming elixir
jettisons its fever
(this needs work)
ick.
plums. i'll never be tired of saying plums. plumplumplum. plump. lump. umpl.
in other news...
the bounce of ginger kicks with lemon
fizzles with the honey floozy
a brimming elixir
jettisons its fever
(this needs work)
ick.
plums. i'll never be tired of saying plums. plumplumplum. plump. lump. umpl.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
serenading by hazard lights
today i doubt my compassion. and i worry i'm not drinking green tea. beetroot gives me rosy wee. and i can't help wondering if i was born into the wrong body...i feel more akin to the cnidaria and cephalopod families. there is no evidence there is someone 'out there' for everyone. people who say this are mawkish and i wanna spike them with hairdressing scissors. i'm not symmetrical enough. a smartie is approximately five calories.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
mourning fresh
this morning my friend stuck a knife in my back...literally. a giant kitchen knife. just a scratch though. we hugged. i cried, in response to the stab and other 'feelings' like possible sunday twinge-heart...
the meteorology reflects it all: freezing but sunny.
no-one will ever read this...i don't think anyone reads this.
that's
ok
the meteorology reflects it all: freezing but sunny.
no-one will ever read this...i don't think anyone reads this.
that's
ok
Monday, June 21, 2010
inaccuracy
just like saying chocolate makes me feel all velvet-ripple, saying EXAM is like filing the gums off my teeth...
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