kona coffee for breakfast, keyboard
and nighttime trembles
its traumantic
youre
too real to touch
fill books with all the
things
we never say
pages between your legs
i know what girls want but
do you
ill build a beach house
made for two
its lucky you got
lips like sugar
its the writing
front and
center
i just can't stop dreaming about
graphic
vanilla skies
deer girl
i wasnt shy enough the first time
littered coffee cups, try again
kisses at bus stops
critical thinking and that
smile
its like
climbing shoes with holes
I zone out on purpose
Thursday, November 19, 2009
memory bank
i spend my days at the library now, angry at them for only letting me use the computer for one hour even though no one is waiting in line. i stand at the desk staring, tapping my chanel loafers, like, hello, no ones even using them please just bend the rules for me.
but it seems that no one bends the rules these days, no one catches a break. when something good happens its by sheer force, not luck, not karma, but will determination. you want that mountain to move you better move it yourself.
im doing things i never thought id do. im an unbearable person to be around and i cry at everything. my guard is down, my walls, so carefully built up are around my ankles, in piles like rocks on the path up bernal hill, dont walk around here in the dark without shoes on, you will get hurt, nothing is safe here anymore.
im not an old maid though and so today i wear a short skirt and my legs are pale november, pull up lime green knee socks, swipe on hot pink lipstick, there will be a time, an age this isnt appropriate anymore. but not now. now is the time to be all young and wild and carefree. i had forgotten that, had gotten so serious with myself.
im going through all these emails, trying to prepare this zine, a blog, a song, a book, a notion, trying to make something out of all of this and i find some things that surprise me, that make me reemmber who i am. i want to make a booklet, something to carry around with my sisters songs, and your lips when your sleeping, like a bow, and vitos smell, his puppy paws and how warm he is all snuggled up tight, i want my friends perfumes and their laughter, the sound of our voices against streetlights and heels on pavement, beating this city down, take that city, take THAT. how do i get all those things wrapped up into one feeling? how come no one tries to write the intangible? or do we, can we? im going to try.
but it seems that no one bends the rules these days, no one catches a break. when something good happens its by sheer force, not luck, not karma, but will determination. you want that mountain to move you better move it yourself.
im doing things i never thought id do. im an unbearable person to be around and i cry at everything. my guard is down, my walls, so carefully built up are around my ankles, in piles like rocks on the path up bernal hill, dont walk around here in the dark without shoes on, you will get hurt, nothing is safe here anymore.
im not an old maid though and so today i wear a short skirt and my legs are pale november, pull up lime green knee socks, swipe on hot pink lipstick, there will be a time, an age this isnt appropriate anymore. but not now. now is the time to be all young and wild and carefree. i had forgotten that, had gotten so serious with myself.
im going through all these emails, trying to prepare this zine, a blog, a song, a book, a notion, trying to make something out of all of this and i find some things that surprise me, that make me reemmber who i am. i want to make a booklet, something to carry around with my sisters songs, and your lips when your sleeping, like a bow, and vitos smell, his puppy paws and how warm he is all snuggled up tight, i want my friends perfumes and their laughter, the sound of our voices against streetlights and heels on pavement, beating this city down, take that city, take THAT. how do i get all those things wrapped up into one feeling? how come no one tries to write the intangible? or do we, can we? im going to try.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
baby, run
taylor swift singing one of my favorite country songs (yes, i like some country music). why is she the most perfect blondie killer cool angel girl ever?
like i believe ryan gosling would love me if he met me i too believe that me and t-swizzle would be bff's in real life.
like i believe ryan gosling would love me if he met me i too believe that me and t-swizzle would be bff's in real life.
googly goo im a free bitch baby
THIS is what im talking about. keep it up, gaga and step up, world!
i need to take my own advice...
congratulations are in order to one of my oldest and dearest friends...miss carrie is getting married!!! (that name rhyme!)
heres some lovely photos of all that really matters...
i need to take my own advice...
congratulations are in order to one of my oldest and dearest friends...miss carrie is getting married!!! (that name rhyme!)
heres some lovely photos of all that really matters...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
halloween
this morning IS fall. i wake up to wood burning stoves and heavy, icy fog. i didnt dream of you last night but i wanted to...of our pumpkins we carved, all in a row.
skyscraper
sixth (?) note left on train
besos.
i dont know what my favorite kiss is. that kiss hello or that kiss goodbye. i could wrap my arms around your neck like that forever.
besos.
i dont know what my favorite kiss is. that kiss hello or that kiss goodbye. i could wrap my arms around your neck like that forever.
dia de los muertos
i didn't mean to make it hard for you
to anyone with pictures of the naked ninjas on halloween
send them here
"550 steiner"
an apartment i used to, with people
i used to
and the girl i used to
be
im not so sad anymore, its true
sometimes I fantasize
about
going bananas at
starbucks, screaming
grande lattes
cause erectile disfunction
like a rob zombie concert
but i dont, we get pumkin
drinks instead, sip them at the beach
death metal
on halloween is so cliche
but hard to beat
.. ._.. _ _ _ ..._ . _._ _ _ _ _ .._ -
ive stopped the
fuck and run
tried to rock you but you only roll
i wish it could be me
with all these
opportunities
moonlight becomes you
like a red-haired
verbal asault
and
im ready for the
next 100
to anyone with pictures of the naked ninjas on halloween
send them here
"550 steiner"
an apartment i used to, with people
i used to
and the girl i used to
be
im not so sad anymore, its true
sometimes I fantasize
about
going bananas at
starbucks, screaming
grande lattes
cause erectile disfunction
like a rob zombie concert
but i dont, we get pumkin
drinks instead, sip them at the beach
death metal
on halloween is so cliche
but hard to beat
.. ._.. _ _ _ ..._ . _._ _ _ _ _ .._ -
ive stopped the
fuck and run
tried to rock you but you only roll
i wish it could be me
with all these
opportunities
moonlight becomes you
like a red-haired
verbal asault
and
im ready for the
next 100
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