[[pretty faces make ugly pictures.]]
montana:
certain smells are only montana to me. and i get so stuck on them,
that they suck me out of my life. and put me in my trailer.
like tobacco, and certain kinds of wet. and certain kinds of grass.
and certain kinds of must, and mice, and chenille, and yes.
speaking of my trailer, here it is:
my thought process:
today on the subway train, i was looking at an ad for hifive,
it's a program where teenagers can go to certain art events for five bucks.
this is not the point. the point is that the ad looked like this,
and i spent the entire ride staring at it.
red,green,yellow-blue,red,green-yellow,blue,purple.
three letters in the word art, thee times three is nine.
nine is an odd number. so three colors used twice is eight times.
plus one, purple. and the letters! dear god the letters!
i really like that ad. i will look at that ad until i die.
so nice. pleases me like i can't explain.
today:
today at work i keep looking out of the window and imagining i am in paris.
it sometimes is too believable, and i get lost in thought.
then i get yelled at.
the beatles have made a comeback in my life. they are very good.
and i think that when the spring comes
people feel obligated to sing beatles songs.
all the subway singers were singing them today.
and yesterday i made alex and konst listen to them in the car.
sleep:
i dreamt about cookies and david heidelberger two nights ago.
last night i had a violent sleep.
i keep ripping the bottom sheet off the bed.
i want wet heat. too much dry heat.
secretly:
i am very scarily selfish.
i need to not be so insecure.
i need to start going to a million parties again.
i need to stop convincing myself i am jealous of things i don't want and people i don't want to be.
certain smells are only montana to me. and i get so stuck on them,
that they suck me out of my life. and put me in my trailer.
like tobacco, and certain kinds of wet. and certain kinds of grass.
and certain kinds of must, and mice, and chenille, and yes.
speaking of my trailer, here it is:
my thought process:
today on the subway train, i was looking at an ad for hifive,
it's a program where teenagers can go to certain art events for five bucks.
this is not the point. the point is that the ad looked like this,
and i spent the entire ride staring at it.
red,green,yellow-blue,red,green-yellow,blue,purple.
three letters in the word art, thee times three is nine.
nine is an odd number. so three colors used twice is eight times.
plus one, purple. and the letters! dear god the letters!
i really like that ad. i will look at that ad until i die.
so nice. pleases me like i can't explain.
today:
today at work i keep looking out of the window and imagining i am in paris.
it sometimes is too believable, and i get lost in thought.
then i get yelled at.
the beatles have made a comeback in my life. they are very good.
and i think that when the spring comes
people feel obligated to sing beatles songs.
all the subway singers were singing them today.
and yesterday i made alex and konst listen to them in the car.
sleep:
i dreamt about cookies and david heidelberger two nights ago.
last night i had a violent sleep.
i keep ripping the bottom sheet off the bed.
i want wet heat. too much dry heat.
secretly:
i am very scarily selfish.
i need to not be so insecure.
i need to start going to a million parties again.
i need to stop convincing myself i am jealous of things i don't want and people i don't want to be.