two of the 6 or so Columbia roomates have emailed me ( Read more... )

i'd wear your black eyes... bake you apple pies.ten disney movies in two days. is that unhealthy? i hope so. i've been craving unhealthy prospects. like living as a third wheel, and liking it. drifting in and out of people's lives like smoke, which i consume like it will save my live. who knows. double therapy and the idea of medication makes me ( Read more... )

hello, poison baby. toxin lover. smoke child honey cookie sweetface ( Read more... )

girls, girls. in my car, on my arm. yeah, well. i like it.
stopped taking pravacid and now ulcer says, "HEY, REMEMBER ME BITCH?!"
and i say, "unfortunately, yes."
three more weeks.
oh, oh, get dissapointed.

oh i just can't stop...
it's getting worse.

i've done it, baybees ( Read more... )

photographers are always the best writers and today i saw God in a napkin jaywalking jerky acrobatics across ten mile to the rhythm of bass beats and exhaust. it was perfectly white, not at all soiled by ice cream or its jailbreak from the whitewashed walls and aluminum clink in the ice cream place. I lost it after a pickup swirled it into the crab ( Read more... )

If I were a month, I'd be: August. But not because it's my favorite month.
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Thursday. Longing.
If I were a time of day, I'd be: false dawn.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be an: octopus.
If I were a direction, I'd be: Northeast.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be an: old red velvet couch.If I were a sin, I'd be ( Read more... )

Oh poor Chelsea. "blah blah blah mono is cyclical with stress, and has weakened your immune system. Ahem. You have strep throat and a sinus infection. Here are some antibiotics. You might want to take something for the pain to help you sleep." Hahhaa. To help me sleep. Okay doctor lady. Whatever you say. I think I wont though. Because I love fevers ( Read more... )

This spring is struggling to get warm, everything still whispering with dry air and dormancy. As if it is not sure if it will ever really thaw - a body pulled from a winter river. Nothing feels warm enough, after the sinking fingers of winter cold have sunk too deep for the sun to reach. The birds keep their formations taught, their necks stretched ( Read more... )