dawn like a bloodshot eye i’m all twisted unrest dreaming of being lightly crushed in his feathered arms (and later in the rain he’s standing behind me unexpectedly breathing fire)
a poem for no reason
at the end of a springtime night the trees on my street are flowering furiously competing with one another to bathe my street in joy all my wishes and gratitude, my hopes for the fresh season exhaled like a final cigarette tonight in my laundry-tossed room i will leave the window open a whisper to tickle my plants and my toes in fresh pajamas i will dream about old friends and new
bad advice refuted
mary, in the complex world of social relationships, your brain is your only friend. the tingle can give you important information, but ultimately one ought to use her head and not her snatch in deciding whether to act on it. you are a whole being: head, heart, and pussy. it’s a tough world out there and you are going to need the whole kit and kaboodle to get through it in one piece. and i...
you and your bear hugs your bulletproof optimism you and your can-do candor your gossamer fear and your big love solid, righteous and true you and your beautiful eyes you and your pink sky
2 out of 3
aer: Um. Yahoo, Microsoft and Newscorp? Does that give you goosebumps?
me: not sure - i've never worked for microsoft!
aer: Valid Point.
me: 2 out of 3 ain't bad!
things i learned watching "the hills": part 1
stephanie: ...and we do have fashion in common
heidi: every girl has fashion in common
investment in exposure
in a market of wildly shifting monetary values, our privacy and personal choices are increasingly the only currency we have access to. “surveillance is another form of media, and therefore, potential entertainment” — g. beato meghanasha: I am revisiting this subject tonight, as I reevaluate my own translucency on the Internet. It seems like the more our Inter-webs grow the...
dear mary; it’s not a good idea to jump/buy/rope/tie/brand/bed/obsess over every little thing that gives you the tingles. it’s the surest way to get a social disease. part of being an adult is being able to tell the difference between what feels good and what is good for you. also: attention is not the same thing as love. you’re welcome, no charge, your friendly neighborhood...
If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to...– Kurt Vonnegut