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This song will always remind me of last fall
Slow dancing in my room, tattoos that feel too important, that feeling you will never get back. Everything is so different, but better. Oh, so much better.
Filed under: I don't know, Perkins, Sufjan, Waking up, blackmail, dreams, rain
Last night, while I was sleeping, my left leg cramped up and I couldn’t straighten it. God, that is the worst feeling in the universe. It is hot and raining which is weather I like. Cold ad rainy is beat, but warm and rainy is heavenly. Good for puddle jumping (in, not over).
I also dreamed that my mom had slept with every boy I had ever been involved with and I blackmailed her for $3,000. What do I need $3,000 for? I kind of wish I woke up and knew.
Just like that, the rain stopped. In the time it took for me to get up, go to the bathroom and come back, it is gone. I bet it will be back, because this is a day for warm and rainy. It just fits.
I usually know how I feel when I wake up, but this morning all I know is that… I don’t know.
p.s. It’s raining again.
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I mean, they’re gross, but so adorable!
Filed under: Absolout, being cool, dinosaur comics, i iz be drunkinsh, late nights, laziness
Last night, I ran about campus in my dinosaur dresses and played with my best girlfriends. It was lovely, but a very chill weekend. When I came home, I realized that perhaps I might have consumed a bit more alcohol that was necessary when I began narrating to myself. It happened like this: I got in bed, sifted around for my various phone and computer power cords as well as my DVD and TV remotes.
I found the first two, then it got verbal. I found myself thinking “Kelsey realized she should keep better track of her things, if she can’t find this remote, the trouble it would take to get out of bed would just be too tragic. Will she find it? (more sifting through blankets) She feels like she’s getting closer…is that, perhaps, the remote? Kelsey touched the cold, hard plastic and rejoiced; content to lie back and adjust the volume of Kinsey.”
Thank you, Absolout Apeach and Gingerale. You have given me a much needed internal monologue.
1. Truth and Beauty are wonderful words
2. But Shrapnel is shrapnel, and at the end of the day
3. I am alone with the things I have done.
[We buried truth under playgrounds.]
Filed under: art, beauty, broken, committment fears, no air, sensuality, the human body, truth
Raw With Love (Bukowski, natually)
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
i won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore
alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won’t
blame you,
instead
i will remeber the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remeber your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your recordds
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife.
the knife is
mine and i won’t use it
yet.
Today, I learned to do henna. YAY! Tomorrow, I will be working on learning how to levitate. (Hints welcome)
