March 2012
129 posts
February 2012
114 posts
“Maybe these are my glory days, and I’m not even realizing it because they don’t involve a ball.”
“i like to wear my condoms a little gansta; a little baggy and down around the ankles…. of my penis.”
windy enough that it carries the smell of you and i have to turn off the music just so i can feel it louder and hear it better. and i turn off the music so i can feel the breeze through my winter-closed window and i breathe only tennessee air. but the music is lighter than i remember and only jazz is heavy to me now. windy impact. you have a soul made from the stuff of jazz and funk. i have a soul...
I just want a tiny house made out of cheap and recycled stuff and I want to build it myself with a lot of help from friends. Then I want to put a wood stove inside for cooking and heating, basic plumbing, and as little electric as possible. I want it to be about 200 sq. feet and i want to do it for less than 5,000 dollars on a little tract of land that is all mine and I want to live there...
no but really, they're everywhere.
pieces of wood are falling from my hair, or possibly thin air, and i want to be outside where i clearly belong—with a pleasantly entangled flower or two. and entangle a couple other things, like daisies… Of course! and I want to be alone in my skin and lately i prefer to dance to the wind, and lately i prefer that my thoughts don’t have the words to get at what i mean. AND oh this skin...
Need more sun, where is it where is it where is it where is it.
“Who are you, Comrade Questions?”
