we are the sons of no one
Man, apparently I can't even write AMNESIAC PLATONIC BEDSHARING FAKE BOYFRIENDS WHO ARE IN LOVE without making it angsty. What is UP with that?
Otoh, I actually wrote the sentence They could play kitten poker in a dream! in a comment to angelgazing this morning, so possibly there is hope for me yet!
Maybe if I get more sleep. Ugh. I think maybe that's why I'm feeling so socially awkward and disconnected lately? I don't know. I'm bad at people, and the time to hermit (i.e., winter) is fast approaching. Sigh.
Speaking of winter, the great boot experiment was conducted yesterday, when the three pairs of boots I ordered arrived. Sadly, the only ones that actually fit are the docs, so I guess the "not dressing like my 20yo self" plan is going to have to wait another few years to go into effect.
As always, Frank the iPod kicks in with an appropriate song. Heh. It might be time soon for another round of iPod oracle.
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Have a poem:
what she was wearing
this is my suicide dress
she told him
I only wear it on days
when I'm afraid
I might kill myself
if I don't wear it
you've been wearing it
every day since we met
he said
and these are my arson gloves
so you don't set fire to something?
he asked
exactly
and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots
I'd like to undress you he said
but would that make me an accomplice?
and today she said I'm wearing
my infidelity underwear
so don't get any ideas
and she put on her nervous breakdown hat
and walked out the door
~Denver Butson
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people have commented there.
Otoh, I actually wrote the sentence They could play kitten poker in a dream! in a comment to angelgazing this morning, so possibly there is hope for me yet!
Maybe if I get more sleep. Ugh. I think maybe that's why I'm feeling so socially awkward and disconnected lately? I don't know. I'm bad at people, and the time to hermit (i.e., winter) is fast approaching. Sigh.
Speaking of winter, the great boot experiment was conducted yesterday, when the three pairs of boots I ordered arrived. Sadly, the only ones that actually fit are the docs, so I guess the "not dressing like my 20yo self" plan is going to have to wait another few years to go into effect.
As always, Frank the iPod kicks in with an appropriate song. Heh. It might be time soon for another round of iPod oracle.
***
Have a poem:
what she was wearing
this is my suicide dress
she told him
I only wear it on days
when I'm afraid
I might kill myself
if I don't wear it
you've been wearing it
every day since we met
he said
and these are my arson gloves
so you don't set fire to something?
he asked
exactly
and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots
I'd like to undress you he said
but would that make me an accomplice?
and today she said I'm wearing
my infidelity underwear
so don't get any ideas
and she put on her nervous breakdown hat
and walked out the door
~Denver Butson
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/221064.html.
people have commented there.