Sunday, November 30, 2008

i love myslef

does just knowing how much extremer a life can be than mine make mines feel alright? i know what he meant, in that movie, talking about how life is a little more boring now, and did you breathe out at that too? so i can wait with shaky legs, coasting down a longer hill, windy cool and try to convince you that i'm a little wasted now on afew sips.

i resolve to let each one reminisce about a pathetic past time. i overhear, drunken recollections, so much more thrilled that way. me, sleepy, content enough for the boring ones. sweet little creatures, monkey boys, chickens.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

just a minute now

looking back, i've noticed my dream has come true. not that kind of sprkly dream, no. but really, i thought of a scene, out ofknowwhere, and then months later look back on a month ago and it's the same one, but in my real memory. that other part.

my hand is quite leathery tonight, and aptly so, after trying to drag a social soul out of a treehouse with a television. i liked it up there, watching the leaves float yellow and brown, brushing against the romanticishesque ones of last year. quiet nights a year from then, kitten the bigger spoon. you were half dressed, and i was, and you too sleepy to remember hours in the lamp light. i woke up just in time, confessing uncontrollably.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Sunday, November 2, 2008

what i said was true

discover the beauty of distraction and curse its ephemeral charms; today i mean things more than ever.