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Saturday, September 8, 2012
You'll never be ready
"It's a terrible thing in life to wait until you're ready. There's no such thing as ready. There is only now and you may as well do it now."
- Hugh Laurie
- Hugh Laurie
Friday, September 7, 2012
"Nothing can compare
to when you roll the dice and swear your love's for me."
A list:
-pink fire escape
-orange desk on wheels
-musky smelling Olivetti typewriter
-three heavy ice cubes in a mug of coke
-beady pearls around a middle finger, 3 timid sprouting hairs
-questions like, "should I wax?" "why is 'Whatever' the worst reply?" "should i trust in Michael Jackson?" "what if the bear pillow gets soggy on the windowsill?" "will it rain?" "doesn't it always, one way or another?"
What then? And what of it.
A list:
-pink fire escape
-orange desk on wheels
-musky smelling Olivetti typewriter
-three heavy ice cubes in a mug of coke
-beady pearls around a middle finger, 3 timid sprouting hairs
-questions like, "should I wax?" "why is 'Whatever' the worst reply?" "should i trust in Michael Jackson?" "what if the bear pillow gets soggy on the windowsill?" "will it rain?" "doesn't it always, one way or another?"
What then? And what of it.
How it feels | On Heritage
It’s
like a child drawing five point stars on blue
construction paper and looking up at the sky knowing
it didn’t pinpoint its edges so meticulously but rather
bloomed into motion, pulling the universe taught against its edges.
That’s the foot, unbound in hot reality.
it didn’t pinpoint its edges so meticulously but rather
bloomed into motion, pulling the universe taught against its edges.
That’s the foot, unbound in hot reality.
Five
toes sprawl out toward every pitch of the earth
my heel presses like cheese up against the ball
skin peeling all over.
my heel presses like cheese up against the ball
skin peeling all over.
I
would not endure the pain of it;
not the pain of the foot, of the toes broken and fighting against
its own flesh. I could not bear the mother
whose feet are hidden in the silk of their erotic dream,
yet watches her daughter leave the earth as a woman
as a tree branching out, transcending, inhaling ice and feathers.
not the pain of the foot, of the toes broken and fighting against
its own flesh. I could not bear the mother
whose feet are hidden in the silk of their erotic dream,
yet watches her daughter leave the earth as a woman
as a tree branching out, transcending, inhaling ice and feathers.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
It'd be nice
to go on a retreat by myself.
Or to, I dunno, just be a normal 23 year old who has no commitments to anyone else. EVERYTHING IS ANNOYING.
Or to, I dunno, just be a normal 23 year old who has no commitments to anyone else. EVERYTHING IS ANNOYING.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
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