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welcome!
Hello! This journal is now not-really-friends-only-but-still-sort-of-friends-only. This was prompted by a sudden, ceaseless influx of "costume evil queen sexy" and "what is good credit score?" comments, and not because this journal contains very interesting stories about my salacious love life. (I have no love life, just to clarify ( Read more... ) -
poets against the world
remember how one summer you and i took to the road, watching horizons stretch before us like lines out of every untold story, windows down because we couldn't afford a bright red convertible, and how we'd have to shout to be heard over the whip-thin sounds of the wind? remember remember, we'd stop the car in the middle of a desert and sit ( Read more... ) -
twenty minutes in a starbucks
five to eleven. all of a sudden the starbucks is bursting with noise, with conversation. my earbuds are securely in my ears, with adele's "rolling in the deep" playing on repeat, so i'm not as lonely as i could be. and i've got my notebook & a pen that writes well enough, so i'm never at a loss for company, transparent & lacking though my ( Read more... ) -
what is this sadness i feel
what is this sadness we feel, we of the twenty-first century? sadness for our parents' generation is fleeting moments, gathering in the pockets of after. after the get-together, when the acquaintances singing bawdy '70s love songs with their faces red and a used spoon clutched in their hands like microphones have left. after the quiet ( Read more... ) -
i should have built you a home
i built you a city, one of the busy ones you like so much, a city deafened by its own roar. i built you a city that beats in time with my pulse, a city that wakes when you wake, broken-hearted people sweeping the floors of dimmed cafes at four-thirty in the morning as the whole of the metropolis is busy dreaming, a city that sleeps when ( Read more... ) -
too much too late
What happens when we all have too much? What happens when we are so mired in shit we can no longer move? What happens when we cut down all the trees, conquer every mountain, mine every ore, drain all the lakes, catch all the fish, hunt all the animals? What happens when we've finished polluting the atmosphere and destroyed the ozone layer ( Read more... ) -
everything is art
ribcage, pelvis, & the tiny bones of your feet. everything is art, the spread of your eyelashes, the points of your elbows. i'd like to be a brute & smother your delicate lines, keep you tucked away in my bed with plenty of pillows for us both. curators around the world would despair if they knew of your strong legs & graceful neck, of ( Read more... ) -
i'd like
i'd like to go through life feeling nothing but pure physical sensations. feelings, but not feelingsthen i could reach out a steady hand & caress your face, smooth my thumb over the five-o'clock shadow cast along your jawline, & close my eyes not from heartbreak but because i can feel every hair, sense your pulse & your breath. then i could walk ( Read more... ) -
tango
three pieces and a story.
1. astor piazzolla - violen tango
2. ryuuichi sakamoto - tango (version castellano)
3. gotan project - tango cancion
at the end of the world, you tango together. you'd learnt tango from your mother and father, staring at them from the counter, feet getting wet in the sink, watching their toes flit against the dirty tiles ( Read more... )