December 2011
23 posts
baby names and bungelows
Portland is a city with never ending swaths of bungelows. they go on for miles, like the whole of the city was built in 1925.
they are bungelows that inhabit my future. they fool me, make me believe they are what i want. is a queer familied bungelow what i want later in life? my biological clock must be emitting strong vibes. i’m thinking of a queer family. and names like: Iris, Lomas,...
a fight in flight
it’s the runner they’re in flight days typical days typified it’s the runner always late skin of teeth wheezing time compacting footsteps look for them on Sandy, on Lombard look for them always
walks into chair
me: sorry
chair:
omg
i can NEVER remember if i’ve flushed the toilet. i don’t want flushing the toilet to be a conscious experience for me but it has to be. BECAUSE I CAN’T EVER REMEMBER IF I’VE DONE IT.
i got roomies yo
it's pat myself on the fucking back time
before new years resolutions roll around, i need to treat myself to a little self-congratulation. i’m not much for resting on my laurels, BUT i’m proud of myself. - i left Atlanta (i loved you, truly) - i rose out of the ashes that was my academic career. - i moved to a place where i knew close to no one. (Portland you’re great; it’s been adjustment in every fucking frame...
december 9th, 2011
opening tulips, wood-wicked candles, new undies
piss-poor decisions
PISS-POOR DECISIONS. i’m stuck in an episode of a fictional drama-sitcom called ‘Grow or Die’ the sirens inside me
““The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.”
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