robin egg blue and red
coffee and cigarettes
Patrick Marber's "Peter Shelley" and Eels' "Susan's House"
i dont remember and i don't spark quick
but this (to me) i do.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
O my, crazy bitch
It's summer sweetheart, lose the black mascara.
Yes that's right. time for new fingernail polish in yellows and pinks. time for legs and 97.1 and sitting watching the fire burn. to keep warm of course. to sit next to pretty and snuggle. smoochies.
parents are in california getting swept away by mass landslides. didn't notice. took into account napa valley and thought the grapes were just that good. were.
like licking toads.
because there's a come down down right? Yes, that's right. I've got 20s that aren't mine and propellerheads in the cadillac. and its loud. i turn it down at red lights. because yes, there is a comedown.
after the addiction.
nice clothes nice schools nice friends with pools and dogs nice vacations nice cars nice phones nice computers nice cookware nice house nice liquor nice shoes nice manicures nice bagged lettuce nice produce nice rings nice fountain pens nice drugs.
nice toads.
i know these things. its easy to clean up if you have money. i like these things? its easy if you have money. i'm trying not to.
what do you want?
calves and hip bones. a clothing line. to play the piano and sing. to cook. to animate and videotape. to ride and lead and laugh and show people how. to get my head to follow my hands. to write about it the way it is. to let it be.
to act?
pressure in the shell of all the dreams too big.
to love.
pish posh impossible. nothing is still something and it's impossible.
rubber ball with a neon foxtail and a big grassy field next to water.
swing it around (((((big circles big circles))))) with ideas ideas ideas
one big fast blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
let it fly. where does it go. doesn't matter. theres one ball and theres one tail and when it lands it bounces back.
go fetch.
i want a cobblestone path and a brick archway out of the twister.
the sky is thick grey and the trees are bright like cutouts of something explosive against grey thick is the key.
there is no sound.
laugh
Yes that's right. time for new fingernail polish in yellows and pinks. time for legs and 97.1 and sitting watching the fire burn. to keep warm of course. to sit next to pretty and snuggle. smoochies.
parents are in california getting swept away by mass landslides. didn't notice. took into account napa valley and thought the grapes were just that good. were.
like licking toads.
because there's a come down down right? Yes, that's right. I've got 20s that aren't mine and propellerheads in the cadillac. and its loud. i turn it down at red lights. because yes, there is a comedown.
after the addiction.
nice clothes nice schools nice friends with pools and dogs nice vacations nice cars nice phones nice computers nice cookware nice house nice liquor nice shoes nice manicures nice bagged lettuce nice produce nice rings nice fountain pens nice drugs.
nice toads.
i know these things. its easy to clean up if you have money. i like these things? its easy if you have money. i'm trying not to.
what do you want?
calves and hip bones. a clothing line. to play the piano and sing. to cook. to animate and videotape. to ride and lead and laugh and show people how. to get my head to follow my hands. to write about it the way it is. to let it be.
to act?
pressure in the shell of all the dreams too big.
to love.
pish posh impossible. nothing is still something and it's impossible.
rubber ball with a neon foxtail and a big grassy field next to water.
swing it around (((((big circles big circles))))) with ideas ideas ideas
one big fast blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
let it fly. where does it go. doesn't matter. theres one ball and theres one tail and when it lands it bounces back.
go fetch.
i want a cobblestone path and a brick archway out of the twister.
the sky is thick grey and the trees are bright like cutouts of something explosive against grey thick is the key.
there is no sound.
laugh
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