Back from camping so many things thought and unsaid
Or said but misstated
Misstated, but not wrong
Interpreted, and never universal
It was actually like looking at the universe for real
Where when we looka the stars in the sky we don’t forget
That we’re gawking from the planet at the infinity of the universe
And its all moving don’t forget y’see
the walk into darkness,
half moments dividing into doubt
and the only recourse is
good company
Good company
And the chill scale
But im highly passive aggressive.
he was
Shirtless,
with scraggly pants held up by that damned belt he always wears;
Intently playing disc games
Playful as fun
As ever,
Memory maker

me: stealing glances
I wind up and down with,
and copying impressions for later uses
makes me tricky and dirty

like camping.

get out of here
if you want to know
you should have just called me up
to find out for today
eh

haha

find out what /nothing
there is a feud brewing between my chums i can read/
this writing for you [whoever] is boring i already wrote all my secrets in word
now im just showing you all the half interesting stuff and i can feel the difference between love and public thoughts

shame on you, idols for making your love public

but by love i just mean the forum for honesty
and theres something in between
what id think in public and what i think in private
its very obvious to me now

so those word thoughts are not for the public consumption:
oh i know it doesnt happen often
but what could it BE

a treatise on nothing its getting overhyped

it was a simple narrative
outlining the importance of [censored topic].

haha enough secrets and flirtations
im out of this portal

a baby!

today,
i held a tiny babay. it was about a month old, just tiny. it had tiny tiny baby fingers and didnt know if it was gonna be left or right handed.

sometimes i feel old when i dont know if i want paper or plastic.

Photo Op/Ed

pirated from www.uneasel.com/answer/

ive been holding back no who am i kidding im having an amazing time:
that word amazing-
reading poetry practicing painting and drawing
not only that, im noticing way more -amazing- things all the time
really wonderful moments

and i'm surrounded by the good company of coincidences
becoming more abstractedwithevery whatever thing that happenstances
inconjunction---



its nice
to destroy
what fixes you
x 0 x

Officer Frost

i just did this instead of studying yahoo and now a mosquito or something just bit me fuckers it got dark and now the night is starting to take its hold, enjoy

bleedy claptraps of gutter trash leftovers

i felt ugly in a funny way because the chap im sleeping with woke up this morning and left the bed quickly; more quicker than normal and immediately in a grumpy haze i called him a pig and went back to sleep.

not really.

not in a way that Id mean it. first order logic got bitchy in the morning and said he doesnt want to hang around cause theres no use for you this morning you bleedy emotional claptrap, and second order logic said listen to you you're fucking hilarious you woman, look at all this space you just inherited and you're complaining so what's your deal. get him to get you an advil and go back to sleep, what he does is his business.

either side is either being overly feminine in some way; the former internalizes, the latter says fuck everyone, and in the end its obvious what either side is saying: i give a damn.

but reader[s?], be aware if you are male that there are signals in your making and breaking of patterns. if i weren't so skeptical, or bipolar or something, i would quietly be resenting him right now, or forgetting him completely.

instead i think im meeting him later for a night of art.

watch out for women; we have these thoughts, especially when we are bleedy claptraps of gutter trash leftovers. good thing i dont take it seriously, its more of a stream of thought i like to make fun of.

pz

The Red River

i started doing this and subliminally made something about fertility or womens or something. moons, flowers, and a sexy lady (picture stolen from a chum who may recognize if she stops by). meanwhile i think its because i woke up with my period, boo hooo what the FUCK

pz
chelsea

if uyo cna raed tihs...

and what if by accident you write that way to once in a while, but correct it because you are told it is wrong. well its wrong as far as spelling goes, but its not wrong according to whats happening to your head. just the way we read slowly to begin with, we read scrambled words a bit slower too; i bet you would become real super fast after a while.

maybe its a language for the dyslexics of the world! legitimacy, finally. all those times i left the h of out my own name feeling utterly foolish. MY brain was just trying to be efficient! eliminate all these baroque extra letters! oomp oomp goes the efficiency march.

A comic

this has nothing to do with anything other than that i could use a repeat image of the same girl with two guys in the same dress in one night looking drunk, ha ha ha. actually no that was an elaborate story because im a big drunken ho by night and studious writer by day.




I was asked some strange question like,
if i could see any best friend ever who would it be?
if i could have a dinner guest over who would it be?
if i could have any lover and do anything in one night what would it be?

what would YOU do?

i said, Eric Davis, e.e. cummings, s.wolfe and all 4 of us would do acid or something and have a dinner party.

Call me old fashioned, neighbour

I am ecstatic.

It is an honour

to receive no longer

the dishonour

of being enslaved

to feeling wrong all the time

[in MS

----------- word]

ha ha

I was writing an essay and quoted a source which was American English and for once MS word underlined ‘behaviour’ with that delightful little ‘u’ in there. I cried aloud “YES, I KNOW” and laughed, “I know its wrong to leave that u out! I know ha ha ha now you get it”

You know what else is Canadian?

Chris says:

defence

Chris says:

realize

Chris says:

scrutinize

Chris says:

terrorize

I had to ask my army friend, but he was bang-on.

Imagery

here is a thing i did. ive f-ing tried to post this 3 times and am now bored describing it. in short i like to take images and turn em into something. this feels more true of that photo than the original. its with an ex boyfriend who is into art and draws and produces a lot, he's wonderful but i was in a strange mood in the photo obviously

today so far ive not done much to call productive and already folks are calling to talk about the evening wonders. the life of a slob. last night i fell asleep partially in the rain on my balcony nekked under blankets. it was romance until it started to really rain and i had to go in.


alright im outta here xx