ne mosquitos pas

young woman, praise the suffering.
toilet brush and ice bucket.
where are you now? how long is your hair?

young man, praise the suffering.
any drunks "love yous" and "fuck yous"
theres a couch in the back of my work you can sleep on.

blessed be foolishness
blessed be contradictions
blessed be i dont even know when i'm jokin or not anymore.

blessed be doubt,
blessed be we amatures,
blessed be we're always leavin.

fucking strangers feels better; feels better fucking strangers.
big gay mister t. knock his fuckin teeth out with a telephone.

-joan of ark

i'm going to eat you, little city.
tasty little buildings; iced and glistening.


i'm going to eat you up because there is nothing else for me to do with you.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS LIGHTS UP MY HEART!

i lost my head and you all laughed at me.

all around us things are falling apart and getting lost.

people just decided to lay in their beds, watching season after season of dvd tv as the world tilts slightly off its axis to freeze things over and muddle the grass and ruin our shoes.
nobody comes to visit me, and to be perfectly honest, i dont know if i want them to.
there was a time when this house was full and i was constantly running.
dont call me if you're not going to listen.
i am a plate of leftovers...didn't quite make it to the table the first time. my table is covered in feathers and unopened bills anyway.

dictionary

i have forgotten my dictionary.
i've forgotten whether: it was in my possetion at the time of dissappearance; if it was French/English or Miriam-Webster; how thin the pages were;if it told me the meanings of anything, everything.
I've forgotten how to read; what the alphabet means; the arrested fluidity of the ink; the color black; the space the dictionary occupied and the space that it did not (most importantly: the space it did not.)

since jena and i are surfin the dubdubdub for handsome men...

CASEY AFFLECK IN A TINY TUB!

xxoxoxo.

PISS

People of Dancefloors all over Buffalo:

Every morning after dancing, I notice something. FOOT BRUISES. Who out there is stomping their stilettos into my tender, pale, fragile foot top? Why should I be concerned about the delicate condition of the slender bones of my feet just because everyone rages out so hard? I know placing a blame is unfair, as I have, in my day, taken down people like a bowling ball on dancefloors. These bruises are placed upon the foot exactly where the nails went through Jesus. Now, maybe it's no fault of the heel-wearing ladies of la luna. Maybe I'm experiencing stigmata. Holy shit. Is that it? Is that what this is?!

Love and squalor,
Natalie

upon returning to her sister's side, education and boredom aplenty,
alice began to miss tea parties, the walrus and the carpenter, and even hedgehog/flamingo croquet.

was i ecstatic or dismal?
you decide.

OBTUSE OBTUSE OBTUSE OBTUSE.
bank accounts at age 30.
ACUTE ACUTE ACUTE ACUTE.
city:opportunity: punctuality: decadence.

too puddly for picnics and
too panicked for satisfaction.
i am peeling my finger tips down to the bone, i SWEAR; it's horrible and disgusting: i realize what I come from but you see I'm trying to CHANGE it without much success.
you gain the majority of your bad habits in the adolescent years.

I didn't drink coffee in high school = I didn't drink coffee in California.