31 January 2010
Collecting My Muses
Moss Bath Mat: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/4424781/Mat-made-of-moss-stays-alive-with-the-help-of-bath-water.html
28 January 2010
Collecting My Musical Muses
Lenka - The Show
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xI8Ysr1BgmQ
Bowerbirds - Northern Lights
Where does this go?
A three-year-old boy in a red rain jacket grinned and said hello to me as he walked with his mother to the library. My camera is in a box in a storage unit. I wish I had a picture of that boy. He is brave in a way I am not.
I had a dream my dog died, and I woke up breathless.
I checked on her when I got out of bed. We do it at the last minute, we forget to pet our pets until we think they're sick, we forget we love to run until we can't use our legs anymore.
Pulling my hair makes it grow faster, pull out the aches.
My friend is afraid to say, "I love you."
My collection of folk lyrics is growing. I steal them from your facebook status updates. I collect them on folded up pieces of paper hidden in my pockets. I do it to make myself feel better about being the same as everyone else.
Our lips are in competition.
24 January 2010
03 January 2010
02 January 2010
Stalker in the Bookstore/You get so alone at times that it just makes sense*
*by Charles Bukowski

I was friends with you after three seconds
of your phone conversation.
I know.
I don't want to go to church on Sundays, too,
and sometimes my voice sounds depressed.
There's definitely been talk of marriage counseling
and using silly voices to calm our nerves
because sometimes you can distract yourself
with the music you make at the cabin.
Your boots were cute, and I'm boring at times, too.
We both want him to accept that,
but we can't be okay with it ourselves.
We're too much, sometimes, too bright
and shining to handle it.
We want the same thing.
We want to make something lasting and smooth
before we get to tired and just go to bed
after late night phone calls to him.
27 December 2009
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