March 2010
“If you just lay down in the middle of the street, someone will come. Someone...”
– charles bukowski
lovesad
alcoholic got you poppin’ chocolate too, you need it some lovestarved hormone it’s replacing, this is science! lovesad’s got you nervous changes coffee to blood makes you jesus lovesad’s got you singing Smiths songs got you feeling ghost lips on the back of your neck got you tugging at your hair like it’s hiding all the answers makes you hate all your friends for...
for... (oct 16 2009)
she’s languid, like a cat. but look at me! i have pretty ankles, pretty wrists look at my wrists oh my god i thought it all was working, and now it’s her today every time she phones you go crazy you told me it was over you told me it was finished listen, i may be young and foolish but i’ve lived long enough to become a good woman why do you need a bad one? you like to be...
sushi
this town is too small to be writing about one-night stands i can’t even go to shelburne where the sushi bar looms dark and oriental and the lights on the screened-in porch filter through paper lanterns so thin and the creases look like your eyes when the vessels are red from crying or smoking too much pot. at the sushi bar the sushi floats around in front of you on little wooden boats if...
sleepyhead
I feel funny. I had surgery on Sunday afternoon and they prescribed me codeine for the pain, and I just took two on an empty stomach… wild. I feel as though I weigh a thousand pounds and I barely have enough energy to speak. This is not condusive to the productive day I had planned. Oh, and I didn’t sleep last night, so I’m exhausted anyway. I took a three hour nap earlier...
ayo fo yayo
all in my naso i musta been crazo
i wish i was dead
but I deserve every hand I’ve been dealt.
a note on the present, cont'd
Disclaimer: I am high, but going to bed soon, I promise. I’m just sad because I can hear Dan throwing up downstairs and it makes me upset. About what, I’m not sure. It’s just weird because whenever I’m sick I want him there, you know? But tonight he got ridiculously drunk, and in addition to being pensive and sad-looking (as per usual), he seemed to get really angry at me...
lfo?
Where the fuck are they? I remember a time when I was about nine years o’ age, choreographing dances in my bedroom with my good friend Kiley, to the song “Girl in the Green Dress.” CUMplete with cartwheels, twirls, batons, etc. Speaking of cartwheels, what the fuck happened to Skip Its? Whatever.
According to a Perez Hilton post last May, LFO had a reunion “no one cared...
ottoman? auto-man, atta man!
I love cigarettes. I wish I wasn’t perpetually broke.
I have nothing more to say.
