sometimes in life, you learn dragon words
or, in this case, breathe ice
then you clear out the whole dungeon
and go home to your recliner
fine -- what
will do
that it?
sometimes in life you have a large piece of furniture in the middle of the den
like a kitchen table
that doesn't initially serve a purpose
but over time can make a good home for beer bottles and half eaten sugar free cake slices
and as long as the chairs aren't in the way, you're happy with having them around
on a serious note,
i have this problem lately where i have a hard time writing anything but my name
or rather i don't care to write anything except my name, over and over, in cursive
sometimes i'll write 'genevieve' over and over
sometimes 'rose wallace goldaline'
i have wasted lots of paper doing this
but it makes me feel good
Saturday, November 19, 2011
when did my blog decide it hates poetry
let's do some poetry! let's oh my god i'm going into a crypt! let's what are you typing about? let's boo, what are you doing baby? let's sweetheart, why don't you just tell me? let's jillian clark! stop ignoring me!
matthew's about to go into a crypt
and i don't feel scared for him
my friend emma wrote a poem that compared growing a rose to a nose bleed
and i felt great in a crushed way when i read that
today i finished reading "sometimes madness is wisdom"
i don't know why i took so long to read it
i've read their letters over five times through
i hadn't realized that zelda had only been committed to highland hospital for four months when the fire broke out
that made me feel sad but also like maybe it was meant to be that way
matt makes this face when he's playing video games
it doesn't matter what kind of face
today i ate two wholegrain waffles, three mozzarella cheese sticks, four clementines, a salad, corn, a roll, boyscouts caramel corn, and three pieces of cake
i am a horrible vegetarian
twelve years strong
should i type until i feel like i made something worthwhile
no, i might as well stop
matthew's about to go into a crypt
and i don't feel scared for him
my friend emma wrote a poem that compared growing a rose to a nose bleed
and i felt great in a crushed way when i read that
today i finished reading "sometimes madness is wisdom"
i don't know why i took so long to read it
i've read their letters over five times through
i hadn't realized that zelda had only been committed to highland hospital for four months when the fire broke out
that made me feel sad but also like maybe it was meant to be that way
matt makes this face when he's playing video games
it doesn't matter what kind of face
today i ate two wholegrain waffles, three mozzarella cheese sticks, four clementines, a salad, corn, a roll, boyscouts caramel corn, and three pieces of cake
i am a horrible vegetarian
twelve years strong
should i type until i feel like i made something worthwhile
no, i might as well stop
Monday, November 7, 2011
life just got a little brighter
my 20th birthday, january 25th.
jeff mangum, january 30th, UNC's memorial auditorium.
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jeff mangum, january 30th, UNC's memorial auditorium.
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