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| 08:22pm 23/01/2008 |
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i'm so bored with this winter. it snowed all day, i stared outside at the blowing wind. white, foggy windows. everyone is rosey cheeked and sniffly.
me, too.
reading lots, lots and lots.
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| 10:25am 20/08/2006 |
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we've been in the new apartment for two days now. still in awe of everything finally coming together.
one day, we had nothing. a tv, a gallon of milk, twin sized mattress and a pair of toothy smiles.
the next day, it seems to be filling up. becoming a home.
beautiful. |
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| 12:03pm 13/05/2006 |
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mood:  where?
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i graduated. |
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| 11:10pm 20/04/2006 |
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mood:  picnic
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KISS
by Richard Hell
Yellow and grey, the checkered cloth, each square its sculpture rising hampered sunlight topiary of a tree-strewn slope: the trees can move and their leaves touch your throat. I lift my arms and, lying on my back, I levitate with the laws of nature, thoughtlessly, the checkered ground like a handkerchief lifted from its corners to enclose me... and the vivid taste of citrus radiates its own absorption from that spot upon the tongue in ladder upon ladder from whence I wave to you hectically, abandoned, without a thought but to make you glad way up there in the sky, with your hair and turned-away head in the foreground, looking at me as if I were your child, for which I'm grateful, deck after deck of cards sprung free down around your feet and arms and knees and shoulders, all of which we can see, except our faces because our eyes are in them |
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| 06:32pm 31/03/2005 |
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mood:  satisfied
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i got a job- at the li brarium.
"mo money, mo problems" |
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