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no more work=happy hour at novak's with THE three darling and dear acton boys. happy, indeed. let's go to dubai. this weekend. er, tomorrow. or india. innnnndia (murmur it). my brother said india was the saddest and most magical place he'd ever seen; they were selling their children on the streets. well, some--not all! speaking of murmur, speaking in a murmur, according to willard r. espy, the ten most beautiful words in the english language are GONORRHEA, GOSSAMER, LULLABY, MEANDERING, MELLIFLUOUS, MURMURING, ONOMATOPOEIA, SHENANDOAH, SUMMER AFTERNOON (2 words?), and WISTERIA. hm. okay, first, first of all--gonorrhea? what. the fuck? i feel like summer afternoon made the list merely because of its connotation; dolce fa niente. so, gonorrhea??? that shit doesn't sound, look, or feel good, from what i gather. espy claims the ten ugliest-sounding words in english, excluding "indecent words" (cuuuuuuunt), are FRUCTIFY, KUMQUAT, QUAHOG, CREPUSCULAR, KAKKAK, GARGOYLE, CACOPHONOUS, AASVOGEL, BROBDINGNAGIAN, and JUKEBOX. i really like some of these words, gargoyle, cacophonous. and jukeboxes are awesome, so fuck that. what is a kakkak, an aasvogel? dictionary...urban dictionary.com... kumquat, kumquat, i'll never be able to stop saying that word.
anyway, minerva (the kittys name has been changed to minerva--lolie is just too campy and too common), is insane. i love her muchly, but i fear her. all of these past days have been beautiful and long and important. part of me never wants to leave this place, where i feel so safe and cared about and understood. and forgiven. if it were more simple, it would be more simple. part of me wants to run around the streets of new york city till i die. uhhhaahhh, there is no way to even put into words. how everything has changed. well, everything? not everything! that doesn't even make sense. if you're not first, you're last. that doesn't even make sense. i am bringing my 'rents tomorrow for my last individual with kevin. WERE YOU POOR? DID YOU EAT CHICKEN POT PIES?? i have to stop this, because i want to do some other stuff. i've been writing so much lately, filling my notebooks, that i can't hardly sleep. poems and faux-poems are a good reason to stay awake, i think. besides, livejournal sucks. to your assmar. i should delete this shit.
anyway, minerva (the kittys name has been changed to minerva--lolie is just too campy and too common), is insane. i love her muchly, but i fear her. all of these past days have been beautiful and long and important. part of me never wants to leave this place, where i feel so safe and cared about and understood. and forgiven. if it were more simple, it would be more simple. part of me wants to run around the streets of new york city till i die. uhhhaahhh, there is no way to even put into words. how everything has changed. well, everything? not everything! that doesn't even make sense. if you're not first, you're last. that doesn't even make sense. i am bringing my 'rents tomorrow for my last individual with kevin. WERE YOU POOR? DID YOU EAT CHICKEN POT PIES?? i have to stop this, because i want to do some other stuff. i've been writing so much lately, filling my notebooks, that i can't hardly sleep. poems and faux-poems are a good reason to stay awake, i think. besides, livejournal sucks. to your assmar. i should delete this shit.