Relaxing is an art. Do you believe me?

Jun 06, 2007 17:24

Language is fleeting, as is creation. Life flirts with me as does darkness.

When I heard her voice yesterday it made me crumple. Today I sing. I believe myself taller in the orange and yellow rays of heat. I think someone used a new fertilizer.

Yeah, I've done it before. Bring that shit in.

The boy two nights ago, he crossed a bridge to get here. Did you notice the smell of cherry tobacco on him?

Just be wary of the tightrope in the kitchen. And don't get stuck in the dungeon down the hall. It wasn't meant for you.

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Yeleng made his spaghetti today spicier than ever.  I followed Josue's example by rinsing off some of the original sauce, but even so my mouth burns.  The dogs are sad in the yard right now: it's hot and there are a lot of flies.  I'm going to take them home to So Cal maybe on the 15th so that I can more easily prepare for move out and then drift in the summer.

This summer I want to go fishing (and smoke) with my uncle, I want to cruise the streets of San Francisco, and I want to learn something new.  I realize already that this shall be just as significant as the last.

I have a small but ugly looking bruise on my leg, just above my right knee.  Have no idea how it got there, but daang I need to tan!

poetry, read

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