"hey, when she sings when she sings when she sings like she runs, moves like she runs"

[up_the_morning]

so i'm long due for an update.so long, in fact, that writing one would probably result in lots of paragraphs.

which no one would read.

due to their length and my general inability to be as funny as one l. savit.
so instead, in no particular order, i give you a series of haikus about what i have been doing.

dirty pretty things
delicious and yet, dear carl,
prefer the shambles

duetschland, my homeland,
ate. slept. ate. missed. ate. walked. ate.
ryan air, not dead?!?!?

tal po. my hero.
though she forgot her gun once
best idf-er.

camden crawl, holla.
and nyu says halfsies.
r.a. = rock attack.

malbin, malbin, yum.
ohh how i adore you, plus,
little angie too.

fucking hardcore when
the sacks sisters did l-town.
two crazy girls, no?

five liters seems small.
trust me, the body rejects.
uggh, water is gross.

fuck you too acorn.
where is my lightbulb, bitches?
my eyes hurt alot.

fall feels upon me,
for salvatore i adore.
hello new york city.

carleen! thirteen! yes!
visiting us in a week!
mac and cheese galore.

where is e faw-throp?
has she died a painful death?
the fuck if i know.

sweaty wally and
bonesy (plus one john mcshane)
are pretty much great.

today i ate some
double stuffed oreos and
mac and cheese, ahh home.

brodie/akiva
fun in london, and, quite soon
fun in prague, with all!

all i want to do
is dance dance dance dance dance dance
putting on my shoes.

thats it for now, im off to the garage. but i may add more later.
or you could comment with a haiku of your own activities.
do it!