February 2012
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we're only in it for the dopamine
siopold:
all-night convenience stores in big cities understand me
i crafted some beautiful lines of prose for you sitting on the bus but pulling the cord drains them from memory. remember walking around that teardrop lake and since then has anything really changed? wouldn’t be surprised either way.
that day last summer it was pouring rain even though it wasn’t supposed to, so i took the bus even though i was used to biking, made a transfer where i...
concepts are romantic
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i write now and i look back at what i wrote when i...
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January 2012
40 posts
fall parallel w/ me and sink into these cushions; if we dream simultaneously we’ll have something almost as nice. bite your lip all you want, i know what it is you really think about. it’s cool, i don’t mind. no offense taken. lets get breakfast sometime
euphonious stacatto, yours, flows out of lips unreddened. glide & bounce through a crowded empty room. i wonder if i’ll ever learn the true significance of certain corners. i have seen a glimpse, i have felt but a fraction: my god, there is beauty and power and some miniature transcendence in a corner. the fact that i’ve done anything means that i’ll do everything. i wonder...
dearoldlove:
Right now I wish we were in my kitchen, covered in spilled rum, kissing, laughing, wrestling and rolling around on the floor.
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i have oceans of respect for you, my dear, oceans - a depth i felt early this morning i don’t recall where we were but i do recall some feels: pillows sunk beneath the earth, dozen-layers-of-blankets warmth, and two eyes that shimmer and shhh - i hold onto this today
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cigarettesandpatchouli:
Blue dnream
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let me treat your wounds with honey when i’ve nothing better to do
chamomile brainwaves lower legs radiate used energy soak into me and we’ll ride trains til dawn “You’re My Dude”
the concept of $100 seemed so significant when i was six years old. that third digit made the number seem so mysteriously whole. i remember my dad bringing home an air humidifier from the hardware store one evening and he told me it cost one hundred dollars and that has just kind of stuck with me. maybe everything we look forward to is because of that extra digit we’re not used to - denoted...
wouldn’t it be nice to live the moment just before you fall asleep over and over for an eternity. when i walked outside this morning i heard my shoes hit the pavement and i exhaled some ambiguous steam in the cold; the universe was a poem and i was flitting between syllables. words must be either the most important things or the least important things. sometimes twilight is the most...
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elite gymnastics / night moves / buffalo moon at the entry last night
good lord, what a great show. buffalo moon has really tightened their sound since touring in ecuador, actually reminded me of os mutantes a few times thanks to that badass fuzzy guitar (this is a big deal because os mutantes = the best band). solid grooves + karen was completely drunk and when she laid on the floor of the stage...
