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something new, that may evolve into the main course.
a mixture of the two.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
april 12, 2008
"keep moving. running. jump the tracks. climb the wall."
my body is rejecting my skin. it is now a foreign object and is being attacked. saw spring awakening with david. a good good play. musical. musical play. some interesting choices. and german schoolboy outfits! midnight veggie burgers and laughing. and heels. and destroying heels. adventures with neesa. dancing in brooklyn and making friends with people just to wear their glasses. comic book loser talk. rain. rain. rain and free umbrellas. standing outside, under the porch with multiple strangers watching the rain. the funniest bar where five dollars buys you a pbr and whiskey. strange people start conversations with me. and i laugh and play along. lost for hours on the train. out of the train. back on the train. run across the tracks. up the side. and a long taxi ride home. maybe a prank phone call. in the am, after 4 hours of sleep and with burning eyes. indian food with david. slow slow paces. some sort of fair. iced coffee. lemonade. socks. and flowers.
i want new skin.
wine in the red room.
neesas hat.
a strangers glasses.
with david underground.
this afternoon.
"keep moving. running. jump the tracks. climb the wall."
my body is rejecting my skin. it is now a foreign object and is being attacked. saw spring awakening with david. a good good play. musical. musical play. some interesting choices. and german schoolboy outfits! midnight veggie burgers and laughing. and heels. and destroying heels. adventures with neesa. dancing in brooklyn and making friends with people just to wear their glasses. comic book loser talk. rain. rain. rain and free umbrellas. standing outside, under the porch with multiple strangers watching the rain. the funniest bar where five dollars buys you a pbr and whiskey. strange people start conversations with me. and i laugh and play along. lost for hours on the train. out of the train. back on the train. run across the tracks. up the side. and a long taxi ride home. maybe a prank phone call. in the am, after 4 hours of sleep and with burning eyes. indian food with david. slow slow paces. some sort of fair. iced coffee. lemonade. socks. and flowers.
i want new skin.
wine in the red room.
neesas hat.
a strangers glasses.
with david underground.
this afternoon.
Monday, April 7, 2008
"start being more active. like the little bumblebees of spring."
spontaneous purchases. because i realized i have a salary job. a new camera that fits in my pocket. with a battery that works and in the color scheme of plum. then upon the realization that we live in new york city and i should do more things: 2 tickets to see 'spring awakening' this thursday. for me and david. in the balcony. how grand. next weekend the brooklyn museum to put the plum camera to its proper use. a reunion with darling neesa. out in the streets past dark for the first time in a month. thanks to multiples illnesses. dancing, and booths, and strangeness, and strangers. moved some furniture. bought some fruit. this is what i do, i suppose.
i want to walk around more. and see more of the people i love.
spontaneous purchases. because i realized i have a salary job. a new camera that fits in my pocket. with a battery that works and in the color scheme of plum. then upon the realization that we live in new york city and i should do more things: 2 tickets to see 'spring awakening' this thursday. for me and david. in the balcony. how grand. next weekend the brooklyn museum to put the plum camera to its proper use. a reunion with darling neesa. out in the streets past dark for the first time in a month. thanks to multiples illnesses. dancing, and booths, and strangeness, and strangers. moved some furniture. bought some fruit. this is what i do, i suppose.
i want to walk around more. and see more of the people i love.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
April 2, 2008
i don't really feel like my mind has reconnected to my body.
writing every day proved to be lame. maybe that will change now that i am no longer ill and bedridden and able to frolic about the pavemented streets. but only after work. deep sigh. a desire to start painting again and a need for more literature. i say this often and never act on it. this irritates me. i am going to buy myself a new camera this weekend, so i can take better pictures and document more inspirations. stare at the golden roots growing on the base my skull. think about returning to the natural gold hair. dreaming about the hot air balloon under my skin. red lips, bare eyes, orange walls, too many patterns.
i want a hand full of babies breath.
i don't really feel like my mind has reconnected to my body.
writing every day proved to be lame. maybe that will change now that i am no longer ill and bedridden and able to frolic about the pavemented streets. but only after work. deep sigh. a desire to start painting again and a need for more literature. i say this often and never act on it. this irritates me. i am going to buy myself a new camera this weekend, so i can take better pictures and document more inspirations. stare at the golden roots growing on the base my skull. think about returning to the natural gold hair. dreaming about the hot air balloon under my skin. red lips, bare eyes, orange walls, too many patterns.
i want a hand full of babies breath.
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