1. Love for lists ( Read more... )

no outdoor ice yet that ive seen, besides nathan phillips square, but you know. i mean, get excited ( Read more... )

1. i self-nominate my upper thigh for most impressive recreationally-aquired bruise of the year. there's a patch of purple-red-going-green the size of what might be the flattened side of a hockey puck, a mere two inches from bits that may have been a lot more detrimental to hit. i am reevaluating the efficacy of my current jockular-type hockey ( Read more... )

Our memory like cloves it seems
the purple plumes of sweet tabacco you caution
dont inhale 
too deeply
or get fibreglass in your lungs.

i breathe in spiced dragon breath
lick my lips and taste cinnamon hearts.

fog you powder cut ( Read more... )

sometimes im terrified in this here city jaws. today feels like the day i seriously contemplate running out and pursuing a possible previous and exponentially more successful career as a farm-dwelling hitchhiker.

1. BUTCHES ( Read more... )

i had my sunday check-in with mum this evening. she was telling me all about the intl. film festival, now in vancouver. Film festivals and breakups. Clearly themed sharing is caring ( Read more... )

home sweet nothings. a glass raised and one pound for every day i spent in the luxury of sweet summer vacationing.

on the way out to vancouver i watched "over the hedge" on the plane... a kid-ish cartoon about forest animals and hibernation habits /slash/ a mild and humourously digestable critical commentary on suburbanization and consumption. i ( Read more... )

it's that 4 o'clock thing on a paper writing snotty nose sinus ache sunday and i get the caffiene and chocolate craving in a stat kind of way. its not a planned process. i barely have thought to put shorts over my boxers and a crumpled shirt out of the laudry basket on. i havent left the house yet today. i have, however, cooked a fine breakfast, ( Read more... )