We'll sip hot coffee
And in the background milk steams
I can taste it now.

......but I'm guessing you don't ( Read more... )

uzw.

( Saul Williams : )

she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
wrists
o my god,
I thought it was all working,
and now it's her again,
every time she phones you go crazy,
you told me it was over
you told me it was finished,
listen, I've lived long enough to become a
good woman,
why do you need a bad woman?
you need to be ( Read more... )

This semester fucking rocks. end of fact. I'm taking a nice easy load of classes. I'm quitting my job because the library can eat my shit. I've made my room nice to live in; big windows, large walls, lots of space, and a turntable (I'm getting speakers w/my next paycheck, word). I made rosemary cheddar bread and left some out for everyone else in ( Read more... )

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Woke up at 12 today.
Ate doughnuts, bagels, eggs, cheese, olive bread, blackberries, and white wine today.
No vegetables!??!?!
Made a painting of a penguin wearing a rocket pack.

A friend said:

"it is hard to deal with guilt. especially when you know that you shouldn't feel guilty about the thing you're feeling guilty about. then you are also feeling ( Read more... )

I am in Love with a poet; I cradle Bukowski in my mind as I write:

I don't know how many cigarrettes
I have smoked while
waiting for the dust to settle
I know exactly how many long nights
have been spent thinking,
abnegating the cryptic passages
of your open journal

Empty boxes of Camels, Nat Shermans, Benson&Hedges
lie around the room scattered
and I can ( Read more... )

Another update inbetween classes...

Class has been amazing here. I'm taking a class on Nonviolence, Environmental Health, a class where I garden and  a class where I play with kids. Its as sweet as it gets. Regardless of how wonderful my classes are, these first five weeks has been intense. I'm a third of the way through my fall semester and I feel ( Read more... )

We stood on the roof and he grated the knuckles of his right hand against the rocky brown wall. His hands, almost twice as large as mine, leaked red from razor thin lines surrounded in feathery ripped skin. Its 8pm and the sun is dropping towards the San Francisco city skyline. The sunlight sits perfectly on his face as though its purpose is to ( Read more... )