Last night, I was thinking about how funny it was that I had somehow sustained two bruises on my knees from falling off Conors skateboard while pretending to be a fish on the mezzanine floor on Friday.
Like they sensed loneliness and needed the company of these bruises, there are now two grazes alongside them and the landscape is blue with damage.
Today is going to be amazing. I have ten dollars in my pocket for soup and rice and ice-cream. Kirsten Morell is singing to me as I walk down the street.
Ive never fully understood the purpose of the trail
Your fingers are crafted for the operation of stamps,
for the sake of knuckle-whitening around a pen,
for the sake of navigating traffic and commerce in a sick city;
crafted to guide you when you pace the house,
your wife quiet and kitchenly and plain;
crafted to be cold to the touch.
Crafted to be a tragic waste
of the strangest soul and the strangest voice:
in a board of knights a pawn
with cold fingers.
Crafted for no mention of violins;
to disappear into your fists when you think
of that strange girl from the 5th form: all she said
and all she showed you - musicianship
and how to walk down hills on a Friday and how to Not-Ca
I have a box of old vinyl LP records that smell of rain on asphalt underneath my desk in a Lindauer wine-box; a pair of woolen socks that I never want to put in the wash - I want to wear them again the next day - but wash them anyway for the sake of cleanliness.
I was raised by music and animated Beatrix Potter videos and an unknown philosophy that left me self-sufficient and without the need for human company from the ages of three to ten, but I was never sure-footed and have a fear of kissing concrete and nosebleeds and sunfish. I know that on Christmas Day nothing is better than listening to Louis Armstrong with a bottle in one hand and t
Some of the damage you can do with scissors, a stapler and some packaging tape.
Once upon a time, there was a box with lots of happy people in it and the sun was shining and a bird was singing and stuff like that and I think it was quite possibly autumn which is a rather nice time of year so the happy people in the box were happy and one day one of the happy people looked up and said "it looks like rain" when clearly there wasn't the slightest hint of a cloud in the sky but the second he said "it looks like rain" a rather large white cloud appeared and then it rained and it was quite unpleasant for the happy people who tried their best to ma
Because my name is at the top of Leicesters priority contacts list and because he thinks I am a wonderful, virtuous and fantastic girl, Leicester always ends up texting me when he is doing something illegal, and even when he isnt.
Monday
6:15 PM
If I ever have an illegitimate child, it will be called Zoltan and I will buy him a three-piece suit when he turns eleven.
10:06 PM
Do you ever want to jump out of a window just to know how it feels?
Tuesday
8:34 AM
Your English teacher has boobs. Mine doesnt. But then again, he is a man, so it is okay.
4:46 PM
I just decided that my brother and I are going to have cereal f
2009
Your leather couch is our home now.
I have not showered in three days, and I yearn for the motivation to smell like toothpaste and soap again.
My hair hangs in streaks straightened by the lack of bother to get up and wash it. Yours is in matted patches fused together from interrupted sleep - a wild boy, untamed and disease-ridden. Completely contrary to your normally tidy appearance.
It feels like Im dying, even though its just a flu.
Then I feel guilty for thinking that Im going to die when Im obviously not, and there are people out there who are going to die, but not from swine flu unless they are asthmatic
Last night, I was thinking about how funny it was that I had somehow sustained two bruises on my knees from falling off Conors skateboard while pretending to be a fish on the mezzanine floor on Friday.
Like they sensed loneliness and needed the company of these bruises, there are now two grazes alongside them and the landscape is blue with damage.
Today is going to be amazing. I have ten dollars in my pocket for soup and rice and ice-cream. Kirsten Morell is singing to me as I walk down the street.
Ive never fully understood the purpose of the trail
Your fingers are crafted for the operation of stamps,
for the sake of knuckle-whitening around a pen,
for the sake of navigating traffic and commerce in a sick city;
crafted to guide you when you pace the house,
your wife quiet and kitchenly and plain;
crafted to be cold to the touch.
Crafted to be a tragic waste
of the strangest soul and the strangest voice:
in a board of knights a pawn
with cold fingers.
Crafted for no mention of violins;
to disappear into your fists when you think
of that strange girl from the 5th form: all she said
and all she showed you - musicianship
and how to walk down hills on a Friday and how to Not-Ca
I have a box of old vinyl LP records that smell of rain on asphalt underneath my desk in a Lindauer wine-box; a pair of woolen socks that I never want to put in the wash - I want to wear them again the next day - but wash them anyway for the sake of cleanliness.
I was raised by music and animated Beatrix Potter videos and an unknown philosophy that left me self-sufficient and without the need for human company from the ages of three to ten, but I was never sure-footed and have a fear of kissing concrete and nosebleeds and sunfish. I know that on Christmas Day nothing is better than listening to Louis Armstrong with a bottle in one hand and t
Some of the damage you can do with scissors, a stapler and some packaging tape.
Once upon a time, there was a box with lots of happy people in it and the sun was shining and a bird was singing and stuff like that and I think it was quite possibly autumn which is a rather nice time of year so the happy people in the box were happy and one day one of the happy people looked up and said "it looks like rain" when clearly there wasn't the slightest hint of a cloud in the sky but the second he said "it looks like rain" a rather large white cloud appeared and then it rained and it was quite unpleasant for the happy people who tried their best to ma
Because my name is at the top of Leicesters priority contacts list and because he thinks I am a wonderful, virtuous and fantastic girl, Leicester always ends up texting me when he is doing something illegal, and even when he isnt.
Monday
6:15 PM
If I ever have an illegitimate child, it will be called Zoltan and I will buy him a three-piece suit when he turns eleven.
10:06 PM
Do you ever want to jump out of a window just to know how it feels?
Tuesday
8:34 AM
Your English teacher has boobs. Mine doesnt. But then again, he is a man, so it is okay.
4:46 PM
I just decided that my brother and I are going to have cereal f
2009
Your leather couch is our home now.
I have not showered in three days, and I yearn for the motivation to smell like toothpaste and soap again.
My hair hangs in streaks straightened by the lack of bother to get up and wash it. Yours is in matted patches fused together from interrupted sleep - a wild boy, untamed and disease-ridden. Completely contrary to your normally tidy appearance.
It feels like Im dying, even though its just a flu.
Then I feel guilty for thinking that Im going to die when Im obviously not, and there are people out there who are going to die, but not from swine flu unless they are asthmatic
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