Weekends
Written
5:57 PM 2/22/2006
18th on a Saturday
18th on a Saturday
I went to
Lady Butterfly’s
House.
What we did was
Smoke.
Jeremy, Matt, Allegre.
Then to a place named
Skippers
Where
Everyone
Had the munchies like
WOAH.
Ordering
Twenty - one
Stuffed mushrooms.
After
Swaying like
Zombies to the Rockabilly
Music,
It was just
Me
The cold medicine girl,
Jere, and
The Butterfly
Back
In
The art messed room.
Flamboyant boy named
Jhordan
Came
And
Swallowed
Chronic
Desire
Avec tout nou.
Later on
Leaving
For a spooning.
Up
Woke
I
With a minty
Craving.
So the Spanish
Lad
And
I
Huffed and puffed her
Bathroom
Down.
Coming
Back out to
Dance
like a
yoga fiend
to Massive Attack.
Sunday;
I was the only one left.
Maxamillion’s house is where we
Fluttered.
Watching
The Dreamers
After taking a walk in a rabbit field.
Sexual tension.
Building.
Back at Lady Butterfly’s
Gum
Was chewed.
Kissing.
Biting.
Breaking capillaries.
Until sleeping seemed to
Cease
The case of utter
Attraction.
Went to school with
Her
The next morning.
Beautiful day.
Adain and his hair swaying.
Now I’m feeling very... is there ever a word?
Dancing naked to a dubby ambient Massive Attack.
Good morning Maxamillion.
This girl could be the American Amelie.
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We all look so sterotypically stoned.
Red eyed and delirious.
Written
8:31 PM 2/22/2006
All I could do right now is writing. I was born to write. Write, write, and write. I'm always spilling my life on paper, flesh, or computer screens. I can't stop writing.
I have that and my music. Thinking of losing my fingers is severely depressing.
9:40
Still writing. Mmm, Alex Paterson. He is phenomenal. His music is my world. Boards of Canada. Fiona Apple, Air. Velvet Acid Christ - My world. My waving mind.
Their waving tunes gently push me into sleep.
Today I say
On Friday LB had a “fondue” sleep over party.
Truth or Dare was played, resulting into this rebellion.
Running
We look like sluts.
Unfortunately Bruss climbed up a stiff tree and tied the French flag on the top. He’s always climbing or jumping or dancing. I always wonder how he uses his hands and fingers to pull himself up a tree with limbs impossible to naturally reach.
I don’t understand.
The night ended in extreme dancing.
I shouldn’t dance when I’m ‘in the sky’.
<3
On Saturday
Some of us visited the annual Rennaisance Festival.
Adain came along.
We long gone left the metamorphing stage. Her and I.
This boy is silly, but I seem to like it.
It was so peaceful.
I wished I was an insect because the golden rays leaking through the tree canopies were so extravagant.
Later that night Jhordan and Jeremy came over to Lady Butterfly’s grand house and there we hung until transferring to my house until 2am made Jhordan drive home.
Or another secret spoon?
The other two ones spent the night while I bled unintentionally into my favorite checkered night pants.
“Lesbians” shouldn’t have the monthly egg dropping.
If it’s genetic I think those women should have been created without a uterus, etc.