June 2012
morning heat death run
Catcall count: 2
I’m going to start taking down license plate numbers so I recognize the town weirdos.
Cruise control: “what the fuck” while stoned.
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liquid crafts
I am
a sublime mess
a subliminal message
a chemical
saline clean
with a
chlorine shine,
inhaled,
expired.
Even the water looks tired,
and it folds,
and it wrinkles,
and it grows a face,
It
falls
like
lace.
I move things around until they look right.
– Milton Glaser
I have milked almost $200 out of consignment stores in the past week.
Someone is gonna be walking around with my clothing on.
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how do you do?
is our greeting for, how well do you work are you a work-in-progress too?
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white feet
you are a white wicker room inherited inherently
you get dressed in the morning slant of sun nice guy face white wicker trace
and my goosebumps make you feel bad and my stomach turns over and over, and over—
after the morning painting my white wicker skin soon
always the morning in my white wicker bed room
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“mixed by kitty the cat”
Old birthday cards make good coasters.
My room is falling apart.
productivity
8:05 am: Woke up, made coffee
8:35 am: Threw away old shit, rearranged bookcase
11:00 am: Ran three miles
11:30 am: Shower
11:50 am: Rolled three joints
12:10 pm: Ready for work
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my top 5 artists (week ending 2012-6-24) →
Why? (84)
Built To Spill (32)
Little Kingdoms (26)
Modest Mouse (13)
Tigers Jaw (3)
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sucker
The chills ran up and down some sweating spines all bent out of shape, all held up with waning legs and faces mostly eyes and mouths, and I was happy to feel as naked as I did. I was happy spinning my fingers in circles near my legs until I felt more. Even more, what’s more, we got high, and we shared the “milk it for everything” and swayed and, “you know what I...
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about the drought
I got to sleep with a UFO, of sorts, of course
that’s my luck and I think I’m shaking what are you doing over there, what are you making?
But when I wake up my eyes are smeared, coffee, and entire lives.
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always so
Ambiguity:
not at all new to me
But:
stop, drumbeat, stare
You, you, you you, who I could see through could bathe in “the new you”
you were so few and far
between.
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The universe is shaped like a hat. I lose interest and fall off the bed.
– Barrett Watten
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bear with me
If you’re trying to understand me get away from some
subway-clenched-fists me, my baby wrists tied and white and powdery
Get away get away
I’m screaming or trying I’m sleeping or dying
trying to get by without that underlying sighing—
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trying to be weightless before going to bed
Let’s sit down and start thinking. Think about what you’re going to say—
and see how quiet?
I owe nothing but weird looks and sandy hooks to the Giver the Express L—
the espresso giving me shivers—
the spine I can’t find—
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Every morning he told himself he was no longer ill, and one morning he realized...
– Magnificent Ruin
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Dramamine: the highlight of my life and I think I lived my entire life during that song and that set was beautiful and no more words asdjflksjdlllllllllllllllll
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lukewarm
Haven’t I seen you out in the wild? you smiled “nosebleed thunderstorm” skin flushed, lukewarm.
They asked if you would come soon or late— big or small— and if you would even come at all.
We’ve been too obvious lately, maybe too faintly.
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brokenpoemsandmiles asked: congrats on graduating lady :) now get the hell outta hillsborough if it's the only thing you do for yourself lol.
Governors Ball, I can’t wait for you.
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downward/overboard
It’s all chalked up to a body so bad,
It can fall apart.
Somebody is dust falling down a blackboard and everybody falls next.
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That’s a good distraction, I do to you.
You to me is a distraction
Do you do that?
Now we’re singing Do-do-do-you?
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My house has no heat/air til tomorrow morning.
Sincerely, S0S
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