PIECES OF MY UTERUS
there should be a band named this. there probably is a band named this. they would smash their guitars on the ground and leap from crates while screaming about hating love and wear flagrantly emo t-shirts and lie bleeding from multiple orifices after a drug overdose in a deluxe hotel suite renders them unconscious and vulnerable to the ministrations of the tapeworm papparazzi. meanwhile, their...
you fondle my trigger then blame my gun
- lovely people at the flea market: the lady at the fruit stand who smiled and gestured for me to take my single orange for free; the convivial old Mexican man who took the bolt of cloth off my hands, saying he didn’t want to short-change me, before halving his offer from two dollars to one; - a burgundy dress with a flirty hem, pinched waist, and a bust that has the unfortunate effect of...
pagan gods germinate moss spores
telling my parents
was probably an act of cast-iron stupidity on my part. but 1) no more clandestine dicking around required, 2) noa rescued my cushy red chair of love, and 3) i’m home. actually i’m not so sure how i feel about that last part. but lo! wodehouse’s profundity arrives to brighten my day: Introduced to his child in the nursing home, he recoiled with a startled...
wild chase on foot follows a dash down a flight of back-exit stairs text messages from the elusive c. wrapping a true and good symbol of stuffed cow love in a rugged epic starring a dashing australian and a steel-willed british lady said dashing australian rocking an eighties-era neon-green headband (i.e. a cleverly wrapped ribbon); endless hilarity results
these are coming into flower around campus
happiness is a worn pun
Rules: 1. Post about something that made you happy today even if it’s just a small thing. 2. Do this everyday for 8 days without fail. mango strips. being awake at daybreak. portobello mushrooms and sliced asparagus at 4 in the morning.
my little vampire
we spent 25 hours in bed, exempting trips to a Japanese restaurant (for sushi and gristly beef cutlet), the shower (vibrant blue loofah like a cuddly sea sponge?) and Sam’s market (through whipping wind and a thin drizzling rain). busied ourselves until 4 in the morning; woke up again at 9, me sleepy-eyed and his hair standing up on the back of his head like someone had run a comb through...
stone cold fox
we smoked last night. it was tremendously cold and i couldn’t tell if i was shaking because i was high or because it was frigid. afterwards we went back inside and lapsed into a languid sitting around, reading about the biology of the female orgasm and swapping bad pot puns on facebook, laughing abruptly at unfunny things, sampling handfuls of frosted wheaties and greasy popcorn. i woke...
lugged my purple socks out of the dresser like he...
Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, you are my favorite. http://www.drones.com/pgw.cgi
punchdrunk bobblehead love song
if i’d known sex felt this good earlier, i would’ve been all over that shit in high school. just saying.
a few new friends
i like this girl.
study finds manatees asimilar to underwater...
drank a creamy cup of hot chocolate while thumbing through some three hundred pages of incomprehensible but typically enraptured ode to the glisten of some twelve yo girl’s nose hairs. perversion of the nabokovian persuasion is must-have reading for pedos, sad-eyed bartenders and disaffected college students been a weird week. ran up at 8:45 a.m. from southside to foothill in kitten...