February 2012
3 posts
How long do I have before I cut my head open like a watermelon just to watch what it looks like when it spills all over the carpet? I don’t know.
keep drooling
Talk to people on the bus. defy social norms, tear the fabric of convention and the waste of society immersed in their phones and ipods. every rupture counts. the personal is political. contact is too infrequent
say something interesting so I won't have to
a furrow is a ‘trench-like depression.’ according to dictionary.com I am a furrow.
winter is the most unattractive month. like outside and for people. I can’t even see people’s necks and stuff because they’re wearing scarves and I can’t see thighs because pants. Kinda lame. Every tragedy is something you get used to though I guess. Here is real time of...
January 2012
5 posts
things i wrote in my notebook in psychology
appetitive behaviors
my teacher tells us her daughter is a meth addict of 10 years (wut) since age 15.
I could feel it in her voice, how it affected her. She said this out of nowhere, mentioning her daughter came back. It was on her mind and it was unrelated and she said it because fuck teaching this class she wanted to say it. I sensed it all. The runaway The discovery of a drug problem....
1 tag
head in oven
i have smoking emotions
mostly unlit tobacco
suicidal in the morning
gleeful in the afternoon
the blood in my face sags like crucifixion
like water nailed to a post
it sweeps the pages of othello
December 2011
7 posts
i frequently burst into tears on public transit
sometimes
I just wish
eggnog
were thicker
wonder what it would be like to have Strong...
I walk down 12th today following the guts of an eviscerated cassette tape for blocks and blocks and blocks. An unseemly death and I don’t know why. Wonder if it was something good maybe like Paul’s Boutique or Dark Side of the Moon. Standing by the bus bench hips belonging to a sign-wielding-Little-Caesars-employed woman jitter to Twin Shadow coming out of my earbuds. The bus...
December 9th
Last day of the semester today. Think I have post-term blues for not establishing any real connections or meaningful friendships. Christmas is coming. I walk around the campus in a daze listening to the sadder side of Twin Sister. Haven’t seen them in any aoty lists for 2011. Can’t add or drop classes because I have some book on Latin overdue with a $4 fine. Come home and fall...
BB stories
>sitting at my local ‘fair trade” coffee roasting house >trying to cross-reference three different translations of The Possessed >a girl wearing hot pink shorts with black tights sits down next to me, shoves books off the table >I, incredulous to what has just happened, ask her why she would do such a thing >she tells me that she wants to make our first encounter...
A BrownBear classic
>walking down the street today and accidentally bump into a girl >her things drop (notebook and an apple and shit) >oh god i’m sorry let me help you! >it’s pissing it down so i grab her things and run with her into a little cafe to escape the rain >she laughs the incident off and as i’m giving her her stuff back asks me if i want to stay and have coffee >i say...
Today I asked for a K for a cheque for taking my heart and refusing to give it back. She wrote one out and it was worth seven dollars and six cents. I didn’t disagree but I don’t usually say many things to people.
Also today:
>working in pairs
>university
>pairs
I don’t need this
2011 the Year Of Our Savior Lord Jesus Christ
I was cleaning my ears with a q-tip when I was fifteen and got a permanent headache, over-cleaning my drums on a break writing fiction for the limbless
November 2011
9 posts
gt day: music edition
I took this from /mu/sic.
>staring at some girls before a lecture at university >hear them talk about music >one girl seems not to be a pleb, likes NMH and has an interesting taste >decide to attempt to engage in an intellectual, partician conversation with her >she is sitting with her friends outside the library cafeteria having some plebian drink, probably tea >somewhat...
dfw
“you will become far less concerned what with people think of you when you realize how seldom they do”
untitled
it is snowing out
i smoke a cigarette and don’t fear death
i run fingers through my head
and count each hair that falls out
1 tag
fabric softener
My linguistics teacher Annukka has dyke short hair she probably cut herself. It’s faded blood orange like really artificial. She wears a button up green shirt that looks rough and like the opposite of flannel and it makes me vicariously uncomfortable. She talks in a queer Finnish accent (can you say queer with like the robert frost meaning still) anyways it looks stiff and clingy like some...
nngghhhhjjjkkkk
my dentist has a new porsche
that motherfucker
I drink 6 cans of coke a day
a green monster plays mimicry
here and there
*
Holy milk of magnesia batman!
My caffeinated veins share shunts
with camel tar LDL and trans fat plaque
I am six foot three four five two seven and
composed like an olympic swimmer
or a block
with the right grains chiseled off or something
There is no goddam way...
1 tag
4 Tales of Literature
>Reading on the train
>Girl comes over, asks what I am reading >Say really interesting short stories by - >’Chekhov?’ >The stars aligned >*Cue music: Everything in its’ Right Place >She asks for my facebook >I say, ‘I don’t have one, but you could send me a letter?’
>She looks at me like i’m joking
>When it is evident I am...
The truest, most meaningful distinction between...
grayandgreen:
whether they grew up in a hot or cold climate whether they can, and like, to read whether they prefer spicy food whether they’ve had sex with someone they love whether they have a good relationship with their parents whether they like lemons or limes whether they understand “enough”
Oh my. I can`t say enough how much I liked this.
1 tag
Micro Fiction
So I wrote a shitty micro fiction story about a relationship breaking up over text messaging, except the guy strictly responds with 8-ball answers (e.g. reply hazy, try again; it is certain; it is decidedly so). It sounded like a nifty idea but turned out to be shit.
September 2011
2 posts
1020 pm
t+ 18 years: My room is saturated with a heavy fug that smells of Greek yogurt, I suppose it’s from my respiratory system. I`m not sure why the emanation would take on such a flavor. I don’t eat thick yogurt. I haven’t eaten Greek yogurt, but I’m assuming its just tzatziki without the flavors. I can’t notice it ‘til I exit and come back in but it hangs heavy...
