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subscribeTuesday, March 28
Sunday, March 26
I sat on the jet airplane next to a guy who helped Erin Brockovich with her case and who volunteered in a sleep labratory in the 70s at the University of Texas. He was one of five subjects tested by Dr. David Cohen for one of his landmark books on sleeping and dreaming. Interesting guy, he gave me advice and was a nice compassionate airplane companion. The rest of the time I slept.
San Francisco was a strange place. I tasted the rain, had some really good sandwiches, and saw many many people sleeping on the street.
"That's where I saw the leprechaun" -- Ralph Wiggum
San Francisco was a strange place. I tasted the rain, had some really good sandwiches, and saw many many people sleeping on the street.
"That's where I saw the leprechaun" -- Ralph Wiggum
Tuesday, March 21
Drinking Diet Dr Pepper on my walk to work, watching the construction workers, thinking of writing my initials in some exposed wet cement at dusk, crossing yellow tape...
"infinite words in the air that will never be spoken" :: you remind me of wanting to say "I love you" before turning and stepping into the airport, being unsure if the air could sustain my words, being unsure if your ears, or mine, would hear them correctly. I've been floating in non-verbal actions, the only truths right now that I have faith in (because karma can be kind, but does not have to be). I've been wanting to delete everything I've ever written and erase words on paper. Just leaving what I can't erase.
My initials turning into rock, forever off the record...
"infinite words in the air that will never be spoken" :: you remind me of wanting to say "I love you" before turning and stepping into the airport, being unsure if the air could sustain my words, being unsure if your ears, or mine, would hear them correctly. I've been floating in non-verbal actions, the only truths right now that I have faith in (because karma can be kind, but does not have to be). I've been wanting to delete everything I've ever written and erase words on paper. Just leaving what I can't erase.
My initials turning into rock, forever off the record...
Saturday, March 18
link: "We will always be subject to government subpoenas, but the fact that the judge sent a clear message about privacy is reassuring," Google lawyer Nicole Wong
If I blink again, I am too late
To stand next to you
I was coming to see, I was thinking about--
I was considering calling your name--
In the wind, you watch my voice drown behind the crisp microphone
It’s not too late
If my wrists bend, my fingers touch my lips
My teeth bite into you
My head is your home
And random phrases are poetry—its in the timing, we know, —and yet I fail, I fail
If you want to make love
Blink faster and smile brighter
The static snowfall, and your back to me
Waking courage, maybe—or obscuring failure, but not enough—shh, for fuck’s sake…I love your
Body language, the simple truth
Can’t you taste the distraction?
Or, I don’t know, feel the crosshairs?
When can I finally end this disaster? Is this ending
Without you?; Ah, then inside this sleepy dream
I see no need to blink
I break this tryst and later, maybe, when your shoulders dip
When endings are beginnings
When windows open and door hinges rust
And vulnerability swallows pride, I know what I’m supposed to do
End this, end this, end this!
I will wait in honor for the fog of your breath
To stand next to you
I was coming to see, I was thinking about--
I was considering calling your name--
In the wind, you watch my voice drown behind the crisp microphone
It’s not too late
If my wrists bend, my fingers touch my lips
My teeth bite into you
My head is your home
And random phrases are poetry—its in the timing, we know, —and yet I fail, I fail
If you want to make love
Blink faster and smile brighter
The static snowfall, and your back to me
Waking courage, maybe—or obscuring failure, but not enough—shh, for fuck’s sake…I love your
Body language, the simple truth
Can’t you taste the distraction?
Or, I don’t know, feel the crosshairs?
When can I finally end this disaster? Is this ending
Without you?; Ah, then inside this sleepy dream
I see no need to blink
I break this tryst and later, maybe, when your shoulders dip
When endings are beginnings
When windows open and door hinges rust
And vulnerability swallows pride, I know what I’m supposed to do
End this, end this, end this!
I will wait in honor for the fog of your breath
Thursday, March 16
Maybe I want to [deleted expletives]
And then die a soundless death
Sand filtered escapist fiction-
Languid in the silent night;
St. Sophia, brilliant
Spattering, I am--
Forever and ever
Free thoughts
And, tiny
Tiny,
Pas
sio
n
And then die a soundless death
Sand filtered escapist fiction-
Languid in the silent night;
St. Sophia, brilliant
Spattering, I am--
Forever and ever
Free thoughts
And, tiny
Tiny,
Pas
sio
n
It’s not your decision
I am a nightingale
A weather beaten glass bead
Red—against your brass forgetful kiss
Meaningful in the sad dawning of the death of Shakespeare
I am a nightingale
A weather beaten glass bead
Red—against your brass forgetful kiss
Meaningful in the sad dawning of the death of Shakespeare
happy birthday
I choke on water, and you smile and care
Walking along red-filtered roads in high heels and strapless toad sandals;
Super wet fan drop leather championship rings
And road weathered harpoon philosophies
Ribbed with fantastic dry tipped torch feathers
Across your eyes, heavy; bleak with little wonder to carry you to
Heavenly hosts, which guide you to future embraces
Of love, compassion, or friendship
Walking along red-filtered roads in high heels and strapless toad sandals;
Super wet fan drop leather championship rings
And road weathered harpoon philosophies
Ribbed with fantastic dry tipped torch feathers
Across your eyes, heavy; bleak with little wonder to carry you to
Heavenly hosts, which guide you to future embraces
Of love, compassion, or friendship
Saturday, March 11
We'll have to build a kite to find you, take hot air balloon lessons.
Natalie Portman, future rap star
Thursday, March 9
"All the kids lookin' up to me can suck my dick" --N. Portman
hehehe.
Now you can buy a hoodie or t-shirt inspired by Natalie's rap...
hehehe.
Now you can buy a hoodie or t-shirt inspired by Natalie's rap...
