| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 |
| 9:39 pm |
list
quiet spaces kids falling off stuff baby animals a good laugh clean faces psalms a good cry the way i smell things that are whole brown kindness purity but i hate being disappointed. |
| 9:23 pm |
I shall not want
I want you to believe true words, spoken of God. I want you to believe true words spoken of. I want you to believe true words spoken. I want you to believe true words. I want you to believe tru(ly). I want you to believe. I want you to. I want you. Current Mood:  pensive |
| Sunday, November 15th, 2009 |
| 4:39 pm |
hey hobo man
Clothes do not make the man. But they do make him look hot. |
| 1:11 am |
rest
Only the doctor who knows my heart can heal it. And the pain is hot. Oh, be still or you'll feel it. |
| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
| 3:13 pm |
meteor
Oh, Patience, why do you evade me? Oh, Loneliness, go back to the desert. No one invited you! |
| 12:31 am |
clean cotton
Peace shall smooth me like a blanket, and you will lay down to sleep. Christ will fill me like a pillow, soft and without crease. |
| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 |
| 1:45 am |
bow
They used to draw on their eyebrows sad. Were they more honest in 1910, or just more dramatic? |
| 1:40 am |
direct from thailand
Its easier to live with the shame of knowing your bride is mail-order than to live all alone. |
| Monday, October 12th, 2009 |
| 3:37 pm |
jug life
I'm ready for it. I'm not not scared. I didn't say that. But I'm ready, so lets do this thingy. Current Mood:  calm |
| Wednesday, October 7th, 2009 |
| 5:51 pm |
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| Saturday, September 12th, 2009 |
| 11:57 am |
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| Friday, August 21st, 2009 |
| 7:35 pm |
leo
I want to be fierce, golden. I want to run hard and fast. I want to shake the earth when I walk, live in hot sun, love in hot sun. I want a heavy tangled mane that smells like spices. I want to tear dinner apart. I want teeth that look even whiter against blood. I want the jaws to do it with. Current Mood:  imaginitive |
| 7:21 pm |
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| Friday, August 14th, 2009 |
| 2:32 pm |
flashy fuschia
nightmare laundry gas guzzler back pain despondency traffic ignored underestimated fridays aren't supposed to suck. Current Mood:  take a wild guess |
| Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 |
| 12:10 am |
the leaking hand soap confessions
I never asked to be used, to be pushed, pumped dry by your filthy paws. Now while my very heartblood leaks slowly below, to the downstairs neighbor who drains sorrows, sins, I can only watch in horror as my guts build chubby ironic bubbles onto his head- I do my best to apologize, but my voice is fading fast. A horror film. Gore everywhere. Pineapple scented, pink, irridescent. Any shred of my integrity shredded by a shred of paper towel, dissinegrating slowly in my remains. Your waste not want not mentality will wipe away even a memory of me. It will wipe away your germs as you slide a slippery slop of my remains onto your fingers and into the hot water. Current Mood:  creative |
| Saturday, July 18th, 2009 |
| 11:52 am |
E vitamin
Trying not to hate things. Its tough. Current Mood: poop-sticks |
| Wednesday, July 1st, 2009 |
| 11:42 pm |
its fresh, its new.
If I had a nickel for every time this happened, I'd have a tangible reminder jingling in my pocket. I'd absentmindedly spend it on gum. Current Mood:  annoyed |
| Tuesday, June 9th, 2009 |
| 2:22 am |
on insomnia:
Ok, this isn't really about insomnia. Its about hair extensions. And about how really, if you think about it, sewing another person's hair onto your head is super, super gross. Anyway, who wants to help me? |
| Friday, June 5th, 2009 |
| 12:54 am |
overcoming
Remind me to take every opportunity to keep my big mouth shut. |
| Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 |
| 12:12 pm |
idea
I want to go to San Fransisco with my husband. Guess I'll have wait awhile. Current Mood: imaginative |
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