Thursday, December 13, 2007



everyone that lives in buffalo should be given a voucher when they are born. this voucher could be redeemed, when they are of legal driving age, for their very own snowmobile. but it wouldnt be a normal snowmobile, it would resemble the popemobile so taht way you wouldnt get all snowy.
ah shit. nevermind. that would mean that everyoen would basically have a voucher for a free SUV. a bulletproof SUV.

here i go, everyone! i am going to change my life! isnt that lovely?
i'm also going to see some members of the office do some comedy things at UCB.

Monday, December 10, 2007

dear girl in the library with the baby thats crying,

find a damned sitter for your baby. if you cant, then study at home. i don't care if your baby is hungry/tired/sitting on a diaper full of poo. my attention shouldn't be focused on the blood-curdling screams of your baby, but unfortunately, you are incapable of controlling your child. you also lack common decency, courtesy and respect for others seeing as how you refuse to remove your baby from the STUDY QUAD, or even attempt to soothe his/her obviously tortured soul. i didn't pay $4.50 for my coffee beverage just to have all attempts at concentration and studying squandered by your precious little angel. this is the study quad, not Doodle Bugs Day Care.

thanks,
nats

Sunday, December 2, 2007

a Home Improvement Evening

i love:

- antiques roadshow on pbs
- wait wait! dont tell me! on npr, sunday mornings
- mcdonald's cheeseburgers with extra cheese and extra pickles
- little debbie christmas tree cakes
- my dad's stories about his younger days
- speaker dancing
- men in sweatpants
- tom and jerry
- morning coffee
- queen
- rosanne seasons 1-4
- truman capote
- vince guaraldi trio Charlie Brown Christmas album


getting me by, passing the time. my feeling of being in limbo is breaking and strengthening simultaniously, strangely. i fell in the snow today while brushing off my car. sometimes i begin to cry when things like that happen, also when im extremely tired, which seems to happen a lot lately. i dont know what i would do if i didnt have jena nixon in my life. today, im feeling not-so-pretty and not-so-healthy and not-so-rested. did anyone else have a strange obsession with jonathan taylor thomas when they were little? do you remember scrounging or beggin your mom for $4 to buy the newest Tiger Beat magazine? before the days of High School Musical, back when child stars did voices of disney characters. Old-school, painted animated characters. i have come to the point in my life where i realize i should never ever be embarassed about anything about my personality, especially not my love for clothing, makeup, and hairproducts. even with the knowledge that their relationship has been carefully crafted by a team of writers, i would love to one day be married like Tim and Jill on Home Improvement or Roseanne and Dan on Roseanne. They're humble, hardworking, and never sick of each other (excluding the last seasons of roseanne.)

goodnight.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED OUT OF MY MIND I AM GOING OUT OF MY MIND I AM CRAWLING OUT OF MY SKIN MY SKIN IS FREEZING IN THIS CITY THIS CITY IS FREEZING MY HEART I AM A BORED HEARTDED GAL ON A BORED BORING NIGHT.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007




HAHAHAH.

speaking of cheeseburgers...
i'm addicted to mcdonalds cheeseburgers with extra pickles and extra cheese.

dear:
i miss you. mostly because i know how it is to be under the tiny blue blanket, with the noise of the fan, and the peacocks yelling at everyone to wake up.

26 days,
me

Wednesday, November 7, 2007



i have incredible urges!
tap dancing. purchasing numerous television shows on dvd. finding the perfect pair of boots. neglecting the buffalo nightlife. neglecting the buffalo life. realizing the transition of past events from unfortunate to fortunate. aspiring. feeling incredibly hopeful, incredibly happy. despite the last entry, i am incredibly happy. i no longer feel stifled or inadequate.

you know?
this place is a goddamned dump.
full of dismal, dank slush.
bitter and frigid and constantly frowning.
i hate it so much i feel like i could bite my own lips off. i feel like the only way to feel warm is to throw my scalding hot starbucks in my face.
its a joke. a big joke lie.

fuck you, buffalo.
i fucking hate you.

Friday, October 26, 2007

i'd rather be where the hills are burning.




and i think claws would win.
he could just use his giant pincer to chop jaws's fins off.

Monday, October 22, 2007




sometimes...
when the world gets you down. when you dont want to get out of bed in the morning. when tim hortons gives you the wrong order/coffee that tastes like dish water. when your car wont stop stalling out on right hand turns. when you have a doctors appointment at 8am every single day this week. when you are cranky...

you just put on the only cd you have in your car: queen - greatest hits. and you sing. and sing. and sing. and the world is a better place.

the only way it could get better is if you saw this guy in your backseat.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

farewell





(mindy's camera, my hand)


everything has now come down to countdowns. x's on the dry erase calendar. text's with many, many !!!!'s
day by day by day by day goodbye to so many days that i cant even remember because im too consumed about what to do with the days with you.

Friday, September 14, 2007

i am amazed at the things that kittens do that could potentially kill them i.e get caught in plastic bags and drink water from the bucket you just used to mop the floor with.

the worst week of my life has just passed. i only made it through with the help of a few people. you know who you are.

i just cant stop feeling exhausted. i fall asleep at 10pm every night, unwillingly; in places one should not fall asleep.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

here are a few stories about my brother, andrew james latchford.
b. june 3rd, 1985
buffalo, ny

when andrew was 5, he went hunting turkey with my dad. i have no idea why my father would even consider letting a 5 year old out into the woods with guns around. ???!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!? my mother had the excuse of being clincally insane. she was probably busy talking to herself while hiding all of my favorite pairs of pants. but dad? what the fuck?
anyway. andrew went along because he wanted to sit in the tree stand. tree stands are fun, by the way. i made my dad put one up in our neighborhood tree and it was THE BEST.
so my father's friend needed some help with something, and my dad wanted to help him. absentmindedly, he handed the shotgun to my 5 year old brother. BLAP! andrew pulled the trigger and flew to the ground (blap? i dont know.) now, i dont know exactly what my dad was thinking, but i was told that he instantly threw up, turned and ran to my brothers limp body, and frantically tore my brothers clothes off in search of a bullethole and blood. GUESS WHAT! andrew didnt get shot. he actually laughed really hard when he finally came to.
(dont judge my dad based on his bad judgement. i love him.)

we used to go to this cottage in long beach, canada. family friends owned it and every summer of our life was spent there. every summer we listened to the beatles, pretended we were mermaids while "scuba diving" (masks and snorkles and water 5 feet deep,) played hide and go seek in the pitch black backyard, and walked to the big rocks. the beach was rocky, and in the very center of the bay was a half a mile stretch of boulders separating the rocky beach from the sandy beach. we called them the Big Rocks (obvs) and made it a point to climb them, make forts in them, and in my brothers case, casually stray away from the group and poop in them. the end.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007



the last day always hurts my feelings. it cuts me deep.
even with 2nd degree sunburn and hangovers every day, this trip has been the best by far.
my skin is peeling off; we did that duet perfectly; "this is all i ever wanted"

but all the prospects! decisions regarding where/when/how life is going to start are being made and we all know that once i get something in my head, im going to make it happen.
there is a living room and a best friend waiting.

Monday, August 13, 2007



OH YEEAAHHHHHHH!

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

last night all i wanted to do was sing "dont stop me now" because THEY HAD IT AT CHA CHA LOUNGE! but angela told me to do a shot with her and since im takin care of my lady i DID. it was whiskey, which either a) gives me a rage or b) gives me a raging stomach ache. and then i came back AND I BARFED IN THE TOILET! i fucking barfed! but thats not all! i fell asleep with my head on her toilet WHILE SHE WAS VIDEO CHATTING!

all in all, it was a great first night.

Friday, August 3, 2007

ive been thinking excessively (by force) about television advertisements. even though i lack 170 channels (i get along with the basic 25, half of which are home shopping) ive noticed the commercials are either excellent or absolutely, sickeningly annoying.
commercials are capable of being the bain of my existance when im thoroughly mentally involved in Man vs. Wild. seriously, try to watch Man vs. Wild without awe. its probably the best show out there, and when armagheddon comes im going to be fine, because i know how to get out of sinkholes, spear fish, and build huts in the tundra. Oh, and that show where they show you how they make stuff...How It's Made, i think its called. i could really care less about how twizzlers are created; im just completely enthralled by the elaborate, detailed jobs machines have. shaping tylenol tablets. inflating chip bags. printing the tiny designs on champagne bottle corks. Its mesmerizing.

N-E-wayz...these disruptive and often enraging commercials include but are not limited to: feminine care, anything to do with shaving, raymour & flanningan, african lion safari, the office type humor where there are a bunch of dudes (20somethings, some with thick framed glasses) hanging out in the breakroom getting shot down by some older black man talking about his "dots," commercials for other shows, and local car dealerships (fucillo chevrolet excluded).

most of these commercials dont have any aesthetic value. messy. sloppy. annoying voices. bad design. what are people getting paid to develop these shit ideas? none of the above listed commercials make me want to buy any of the things they are trying to sell. it is a complete turnoff to KNOW that someone out there thinks, "hey! lets put a bunch of leggy girls in all different colors doing stupid dances with razors by a pool and women will JUST LOVE IT!" i dont love it. im annoyed by it. even if this commercial was effective and i went to buy the razor/shaving cream, the product would fail to deliver what the image on the television promised. what about that commercial where there are hot girls in a bar and their hot friend walks over and starts talking about all the key medical points of her birth control pills? all the girls are sitting around drinking martinis and shes" blah blah blah you shouldnt take YAZ if youre already pregnant, guys! OH! and remember that smoking raises risk of heart disease, blood clot, and heart attack LADIEZ!!! CHEERs har har ahha!"

ill tell you what commercials i DO love. the iPhone commercials. Target commercials. Clean and simple and to the point. i know that when i go to target, im going to feel like what the commercial makes me feel like. and when i get an iphone (never) its going to look like the commercial and do what the commercial has it do.

BLEH.

Friday, July 27, 2007

i have the capability to sit in my apartment alone, writing up lists of exactly what shirts to bring on my vacation; however, i cant seem to simply pick my socks up off the floor or clean out my car.

lists lists lists lists lits sits for listssssssssss

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Friday, July 20, 2007

i spent an entire morning composing a blog entry about commercials. since this thing autosaves everything right away, said entry is filed neatly away in my archives. instead of hearing me thoughts on effective advertising, but not veering ENTIRELY off the subject, i present you with this:



i dont recall when i first saw this, but its one of my favorite things on YouTube. mostly because ive been obsessing over The Shining ever since i was little and fucking freaked because there is a picture of my dad in the same red jacket AND same hairstyle as Jack. i never developed that invisible friend/talking finger complex though. have you ever paid attention to the wardrobe in this movie? incredible, with a few rare exceptions (tan corduroy overalls over a flannel? bad idea, mrs. torrence. no wonder your husband wants to kill you.) all of you bitches out there know for a fact that if danny torrence were about 23 and you saw him riding a bike wearing THIS


rocketship sweater, and sporting this perfect haircut, you would cream your pants and then go home and try to find him on myspace.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

i am no good at many things.
i.e photography, turning off the oven, paying attention, focusing.

do i have ADD?

Wednesday, July 11, 2007




this, tender reader, is my kind-of-but-not-by-blood nephew, devon.
we went to the zoo!
it was...you know...just like the zoo, but the lions were being lazy as hell and were nowhere to be found, and the gorrilla setup REALLY REALLY stank. very stinky.

we travelled to Niagara Falls, just because devon is 9 now and will actually remember it.
most memorable moment was not the look of wonder on the youngsters face when presented with one of the seven wonders of the world...
it was this social commentary as we were leaving:

(as we were heading north on some street, back to our car, a rather pudgy drunk bum stands on our left, smoking. a group of glam/goth fashion kids walk toward us, heading south. i mean...you know that band AFI? like, that hair? that myspace glammy black/blonde spikey chunky hair? bleeeggghhh.)

bum: heyuu kids gat any money? iayno bum i swear. im juss tryin to get hometa makids.
group of kids: no way, sorry man. no. no money sorry. etc.
bum: ahdammit (proceedes to smoke).

devon: i KNOW those goth kids got money. (devon lives in alabama, BTdubs.)
me: what? why?
devon: i know they got money because how else do you think they get their hair all dyed and done like that all crazy? how do they get all them goth CHAINS? where in the heck do they buy ALL those black CLOTHES!? they spend allllllll their money to look all....weird....like that. why ARE they wearin all them black clothes for? dont they know its hot out here? ITS SO HOT!


once, i told devon i didnt want to go for a bikeride because "i was tired."
he proceeded to tell me, "well, youre also a BUTTHOLE!"

Friday, July 6, 2007

yoy.

weve been adventuring!
weve been out walking in our new shoes.
weve been complimenting you; how come you dont blush in your modesty?
we're smoothing down and heat-gliding and aligning.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

slip and slides were pretty harsh. what adult figured it was a good idea for a child to heave their bodies TO THE GROUND onto some plastic strip lubricated with water? i mean, youre basically trying to break a 6 year old's arms. you are throwing yourself onto the ground. after running from a fairly decent distance, after gaining speed.
they were fucking fun. chrissy, jenny, michael, my brother and i used to kill it on those things. michael had this genious idea...put the hose on the swingset slide and the slip-n-slide at the bottom. i thought it was amazing. i was only about 8 years old, and when i got to the top, i stood up. keep in mind, girls had perpetual bathing suit wedgies/saggy butts back then. my brother was in charge of turning the hose on as soon as we reached THREE. and s we all counted "ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!" and i plugged my nose (????) and flopped my ass down on the slide. my asshole bipolar little brother didnt let the kink out of the hose and i ASS SQUEALED down to the bottom. narry a slip OR slide in sight.

last year, around this time, my best friend angela and i went on a trip to vegas to see my other best friend tim. the night we got there we had a little love affair with casino-side bevvies and Maddog 20/20. long story short, i attempted to do a "YEAH!!!" jump (you must know what those are) off of some concrete patio furniture on the way to the community pool and i busted my shit all over the pavement. i still went swimming (doye) beacause alcohol is the devil and i drove myself to the hospital the next morning to find out i seriously sprained it.

whatever, i still drank beers in the pool while crying on the inside.

anyways! 3 lortabs, one cast, and crutches later, EVERYONE in vegas decides its time to rig a giant tarp onto this hill in a public park and turn the sprinkler system on, thus making THE SLIP-N-SLIDE that broke my heart.




can you imagine not being able to slid down this thing? i was wearing a damned dress, fainted from taking too many lortabs without drinking water in 120 degree heat. these kids were wasted, flipping down the hill. they were holding hands. surfing. somersaulting. fuck.


to make up for all the negativity associated with water and soap covered plastic...you must rent me this:

WTF!

Friday, June 22, 2007



reunited and forgiven, thanks be to jesus.
i missed you!

maturity hits me across the face in the form on insults- the half joking kind that push you over the thin line of relationship-jaded/dedicated friend. a line i walked till 4am sometimes, only to wake up at 6am and groggily realize that 23 is lonely and unjust in every aspect that every other age (13, 19, 20, 21) is and will be (24, 31,36,57,90)

Wednesday, June 20, 2007



Finally, in conclusion, let me say just this.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

a few notable instances of today:

watermelon was the fruit of choice this morning in the latchford/viglietta apartment. for the latchford, at least.
cutting board on sink; watermelon on cutting board; knife on watermelon.
the knife sank in easily until it reached the rine; upon contact i pressed with all my groggy, sloppy weight.
successful slice, but one part launched into the sink and the other (anticipated edible) ended up splattered on the floor.
i cannot recall the last time ive expierenced such a satisfying sound.
nor can i recall the last time i saw a kitten eat watermelon.


there was a motorcycle accident on the corner of n. ogden and broadway. the sight of a motorcycle, smoking and wrapped around a tree, with two injured riders splayed on the ground reminded me of a movie, alas i dont remember which movie.
there was blood...i hope they didnt die.

also.
at the salon we've been arguing over punctuation.

i.e sentence:
Salon le Beau is now featuring Footlogix (by Allpresan.)
Salon le Beau is now featuring Footlogix (by Allpresan).

WHICH ONE HAS THE CORRECT PERIOD PLACEMENT?!



the end.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

you owe me $125 dollars, you bitch.

Monday, June 11, 2007



But you see in dealing with me, the relatives didn't know that they were dealing with a staunch character and I tell you if there's anything worse than dealing with a staunch woman... S-T-A-U-N-C-H. There's nothing worse, I'm telling you. They don't weaken, no matter what.

~little edie bouvier beale

Friday, June 8, 2007



little man
little kitten man!
nameless slob!
what is his name?

Monday, June 4, 2007

give me all your money and give me all your copies of Roseanne on DVD.
give me homemade cheese and let me borrow your car.
give me something to cut my cuticles with and give me my bowlcut from when i was 5.
give me teeth less crooked and a skylight.
give me an ultimate photograph and the benefit of a doubt.
give me best birthday wishes and prank call all those phone numbers people left in your yearbook.

Sunday, May 27, 2007


n: ot
a: lot of
t:ime to
a:ttest that
l: oquaciousness is
i: ndicative of
e: veryone

Tuesday, May 15, 2007



aging eyes become milky and green;
this house with its back hallway hollowed out
bordering on collapsing and obscene.

we used to camp during tornados.
we used to laugh at the ping ping ping
and cry at the woosh bam pow fwwring.

Friday, April 27, 2007

lovejoy.
love + joy = lovejoy. or the guy from the simpsons.

i am in constant skin pain. hives are fucking retarded and I HATE THEM.
misery.

Sunday, April 15, 2007




a series of fortunate events!

Saturday, April 14, 2007




nothing to report that is of any significance, other than hivey, lacklustre skin, alcohol abuse, eye twitches, and center parts.
parting down the center is a sure way to get answers.
trust me; part it down the center. and stop lying to yourself.

this frigid weather is so tiresome, sunburn sounds like a relief.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007



well, slimfast...
in response to your current commercial during LOST (which, i might add, i dont usually watch,)
i, personally, believe in hip BONES. without the bones, you dont have the hips. its science. anatomy. if your leading men at slimfast dont realize that EVERYONE, including plus sized women, NEED hipbones, then you need to rethink their leadership skills. and your business. and your visual communication plan.





IN OTHER NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i will lie to the feds. or sing tony braxton. for you.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

dont ask me! dont ask me any more questions! dont do it! i will not answer honestly if i even answer at all!

Sunday, March 25, 2007



imagine if every single possetion of every single person were put on their front lawn in a yard sale fashion.
what terrible, disgusting, amazing, incriminating things you would see.
how difficult it would be to decide what to buy.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007




face to shoulder extending face upwards i see this vein or artery pulsing in your neck;
"this is natural and will never stop." i will be SURE OF IT for years and years.
getting warmer and melting, cracking dusty limb sockets and sheilding our eyes.
the blood, i AM SURE OF, is moving from your heart to your head.

Friday, March 16, 2007




i am so tired of this warmer/colder/warmer/colder/snowing/raining/snowing/frozen.

upon completion of reading a few shorts from altmann's tongue, sal said "happy nightmares!" and i laughed.
that laugh bit me in the ass, because NIGHTMARE I DID. all night long, miserably.

cleaning up and moving out: current obsessions include:
excecuting near-perfect haircuts/color applications
imagining future travel destinations
barnes and noble
ignoring outstanding debt
feigning responsibility

Saturday, March 10, 2007




oh!
i will repeat positive over and over again, hopefully by doing so this mantra will eliminate most negative thinking. realistically, this feat is mostly impossible...but time is up for pathetic. pathetically (that is not a word, is it?) i am not it at all.

im thinking in circles, and at every single bend i fully believe that whatever emotion is encompassing me at that second (whether blindingly positive or debilitatingly negative) is absolute. today i am conciously stopping that method immediately. everything that upsets me/thrills is completely correct, in a way...it is only my reaction to this that causes emotional upset or ecstacy.

i didnt drink tonight.
ive been awake forever and rested just the same.

i will and delve deeper into what i study and reach personal satisfaction with my efforts.
i will study myself daily/hourly/secondly...but not minutely.
i will remain regimented, clean, organized; and the when the desired outcome is reached effortlessly, my skin will shine brighter and my hair will lay sweetly.
i will remember that loving anything at all is a simple and refined ability.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

his neck his back

there were men camping with horses...big time camp. real man camp.
forest fires started at night. they videotaped. duh, thats what you do. some hopped on horses and booked it to an unknown location; the only thing known that it was a direction in which there was no known fire.
the others, the real men, stayed by until black smoke swirled all around them and blew flaming debris onto their bodies.
these others, they just played it real cool and lay down in the creek that they camped by, covered in wet blankets. no big deal. duh, some might say.

(discovery.)

Monday, March 5, 2007

Thursday, March 1, 2007



see that guy? that one standing right behind me?
this guy works in the SAME BUILDING as me.
the problem with him (and his HIGHLIGHTED HAIR!!!!!!!1) is that five seconds after this picture was taken, this guy right here told me that î i was a loser in loser glasses.
but you know what? i have the last laugh. this champion that stands right behind me, he works at ZUMIEZ.
hes constantly standing behind me, whether it be at tudor lounge for birthday karaoke, standing in line at the bank, or just walking to dunkin donuts.




i might hate him.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

time

we are always seeing and deciding.
i have seen (in the past two days:)
a four foot asian woman covered in fur
the center of the hippie universe
the sabres goalie at target.

i have nothing much else to say.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007




i am your ultimate mega machine.
arent you romantic?

Monday, February 19, 2007




it is increasingly painful to touch things made of metal around here.
i cant even get my damn keys in the lock.


i studied every muscle in my face by touch; i pressed and could not feel my fingers slide across my teeth.
i questioned if they were even there; as thin as the skin covering them.
it was pitch black; the lines white and glowing and speeding past 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-20-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-30...
i counted every line until numbers meant nothing.
what memory meant nothing?

Wednesday, February 14, 2007



i know a couple of people.
a handful...
that are stupid asshole jerks. they know who they are, although it is doubtful that they read this.
and i hate everything about them.
but the real question tonight is...
why was i chewing neon gum?

Sunday, February 11, 2007




there is a monster out there!
he is gigantic and orange! he bears his teeth and his black spotted tongue!
after the battle of the bodies he runs! he will lick the bones dry; they will become dust, eventually!

Saturday, February 10, 2007



here are some facts of life:
-if people got paid with KITTENS for a hard day's work, the world would be a happier place
-sometimes boys wash their face with the foamy handsoap on the bathroom vanity
-your best haircut was the cut you had when you were five
-eternityuniverse.blogspot.com

Thursday, February 8, 2007

very often, people (mostly women) enter the second or third stall in a public bathroom. maybe she believes it to be the cleanest of the stalls. maybe she doesnt think about it at all.
this is silly, skipping the first stall, mostly because everybody else is also entering the second or third stall, thinking (or not thinking) the same thing. the second or third stalls are the dirtiest of stalls.
do not sit on the seats.
do not breathe in too deeply.

#1!

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

step shuffle leap toe heal toe heal step.



(not quite me: any of the above, less the shoes)

flap flap flap ball change
flap flap flap ball change
flap heel, flap heel
pull back pull back
flap heel step.
flap flap flap ball change
flap flap flap ball change
flap heel, flap heel
pull back pull back
flap heel step.

tap hopkick heel backflap heel
backflap backflap ball change.

stamp brush heel flap flap
stamp stamp brush heel shuffle leap toe heel.

-Donna Scott '95
("In the Mood," Glenn Miller)

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Take it with a tall glass of jest.


(imgcredtsalviglietta)

Dearest John:
No matter how facetious you may believe my comments to be, in complete and total honesty, I DO like when you tuck your work shirts into your perfect pants (best represented in the photo above.) Any compliments paid are paid after careful consideration (no snobbery intended,) yet require no response after today. If you believe a response is warranted...then proceed as you wish.

Sincerely,
Natalie Alice Latchford

P.S the clock is no longer for sale. It will be hung.

Sunday, February 4, 2007



i wish i wasnt blank in this moment.
"be glad, too, that in truth you are not whole, and not discrete, and not in control of what comes into your mouth. and if you decide to have portraits taken, let these portraits distinguish you from the vain discretion at the heart of every devoted mediocrity."
jw

Saturday, February 3, 2007

unprivate




when faced with a brief history of god
drink something pale and warm.
talk with your hands like your mother does
at dinner, at night.
eat something bland and heavy, like your mother made
for dinner, at night.