it's my fucking birthday
things are good. they feel a little stale, but that is comforting in its own way.
i looked a picture of my sister today. i wonder if she even remembers.
i miss my dad more than i can say.
geoffrey and i went and got cake. all i have eaten is sweets today. it's good, but it is starting to lose its charm.
i ran errands. i talked to people and remembered what it feels like to have friends. good ones. real ones. ones that know what you mean by osmosis.
the boy from the art store gave me more art supplies and told my lip tattoo was the "hardest thing he'd seen all day." he also gave me a frisbee because it was my birthday. how oddly sweet.
i was thinking about acrosstick poems today. meaning in the form. concepts as the determinate of structure, especially within language. these poems, i am sure were the first ones i ever wrote. i think their implied meaning made its mark on me too. i want to know, to be able to recite the hidden accrossticks in every word. i want that mastery, with the method of a child.
skip and i are going to vegas. it needs to happen. i will gamble for days on end and be drunk and overfed. i want to wear a translucent green visor and shirts with familial relations on it.
i met my new best friend last night. full sleeves and a full grill, fresh face and ridiculous. who has three grand invested in a gimic in their mouth? i love it.
i looked a picture of my sister today. i wonder if she even remembers.
i miss my dad more than i can say.
geoffrey and i went and got cake. all i have eaten is sweets today. it's good, but it is starting to lose its charm.
i ran errands. i talked to people and remembered what it feels like to have friends. good ones. real ones. ones that know what you mean by osmosis.
the boy from the art store gave me more art supplies and told my lip tattoo was the "hardest thing he'd seen all day." he also gave me a frisbee because it was my birthday. how oddly sweet.
i was thinking about acrosstick poems today. meaning in the form. concepts as the determinate of structure, especially within language. these poems, i am sure were the first ones i ever wrote. i think their implied meaning made its mark on me too. i want to know, to be able to recite the hidden accrossticks in every word. i want that mastery, with the method of a child.
skip and i are going to vegas. it needs to happen. i will gamble for days on end and be drunk and overfed. i want to wear a translucent green visor and shirts with familial relations on it.
i met my new best friend last night. full sleeves and a full grill, fresh face and ridiculous. who has three grand invested in a gimic in their mouth? i love it.