I watched this, last night. It's great.
I made strawberry rhubarb oat bars.
Bloody Tuesday.
There was something else I thought important to tell you...
Love is not a flimsy feeling. Love is not a Harlequin romance.
I think the diminishment of Love and of Love Stories is part of a plan to diminish anything that can save us. Love can do that.
Or ruin us, tragedy. Love can be selfish. Love just is.
Would you rather live and die with the mildest of feelings and only the sense of I-breathe-therefore-I-live?
Sula's been making me think differently about love. And African Love Stories. AND Small Town Gay Bar.
Which bar would you rather be in?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
mental notes
"8pm shows thursday and saturday and a 10:30pm friday in which teh entire cast of LCP's rocky horror will be there...
just got the email.
then a 5pm on sunday"
You see, I googled "domesticity"
How serious
is the mispronunciation of my name? Ever
how serious hair bits? The cat
is cackling, smelling with his mouth
open, fanged.
You over
simplify some things, over
complicate the rest.
Maybe what we're trying to love at is false.
Has one of us out-lied the other yet?
What are you trying to tell us about
WHo's dOOoing THat?!
Motherfucksubs.
how serious hair bits? The cat
is cackling, smelling with his mouth
open, fanged.
You over
simplify some things, over
complicate the rest.
Maybe what we're trying to love at is false.
Has one of us out-lied the other yet?
What are you trying to tell us about
WHo's dOOoing THat?!
Motherfucksubs.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Well, it's official.
I'm leaving both of my jobs. I've found full-time employment somewhere much better than Lincoln and I'm leaving.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Her Hat
resembles a funeral,
would be worn
in a mortuary.
Setting. The lines.
Drag these out. She
stabs, stabbing--
panting.
huuuuh!
uh.
huuuuh!
uh.
She's a bird. And dripping. She's
labeled and dropped. Then
the patting.
would be worn
in a mortuary.
Setting. The lines.
Drag these out. She
stabs, stabbing--
panting.
huuuuh!
uh.
huuuuh!
uh.
She's a bird. And dripping. She's
labeled and dropped. Then
the patting.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Would you buy the necklace
because you enjoy the decolletage?
I don't read enough.
Jmillz, you have a right to the dissolution
of any techno parties near and/or in
the area of your sleeping.
I don't read enough.
Jmillz, you have a right to the dissolution
of any techno parties near and/or in
the area of your sleeping.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Quit biting.
It's my bad habit. What did it replace and
more importantly
what will I replace it with?
I've also been drinking
(alcohol)
and eating less. And work outs.
So workouts instead of an internet
snacking sit-down constant constant
Any ideas for the finger snack replacement?
strikeout.
more importantly
what will I replace it with?
I've also been drinking
(alcohol)
and eating less. And work outs.
So workouts instead of an internet
snacking sit-down constant constant
Any ideas for the finger snack replacement?
strikeout.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
So I've applied
for "window washer" "child care 'teacher and/or driver'" "receptionist" "at home appointment-maker" and I think that's it so far.
*what*
*what*
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I am annoyed
as well
but for different reasons.
What I am saying is. You are
a man and I am
women
and people together.
We are both getting annoyed
at someones and things and then
drinking.
Or eating a quesadilla.
Or pizza. We are both
Wanting hats. Wearing
slightly uncomfortable shoes.
but for different reasons.
What I am saying is. You are
a man and I am
women
and people together.
We are both getting annoyed
at someones and things and then
drinking.
Or eating a quesadilla.
Or pizza. We are both
Wanting hats. Wearing
slightly uncomfortable shoes.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Stop Apologizing
What is this want
to be invisible This notion
I am invisible
that forces back stepping, brushing
dirt over tracks, run
into the trees
a car's coming!
There are lights above
and underneath and the books
are burning. I don't
know how to tell you
I never see anyone
or always see everyone
and lie
A lot.
to be invisible This notion
I am invisible
that forces back stepping, brushing
dirt over tracks, run
into the trees
a car's coming!
There are lights above
and underneath and the books
are burning. I don't
know how to tell you
I never see anyone
or always see everyone
and lie
A lot.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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