its late and we'd better hurry up |
song lyrics are easier than real life. I have a cesspool of procrastination before me and an ideal mid-life crisis that has arrived prematurely, and all I can do all day long is hum these pretty littl...
Posted by hannah. on Tue, 01 May 2007 07:34:00 PST |
I can hear my brother owning newbs |
and I can reach over and rub his shoulder, if I want. He might push me away because he is full of manly adrenaline, or he might push pause and look over and smile at me, but I really can't tell which ...
Posted by hannah. on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 07:23:00 PST |
I had a moment, it is true. |
It's been about one week since my throat has hurt and it has been about just as long since I have felt this nervous feeling, and I think that rollercoasters go by faster. I was driving one night when ...
Posted by hannah. on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 07:52:00 PST |
Barney Fifel goes west |
I am beloved of a story I once read that told me about something premium, a rigid bunch of pages that explained to me that there are four loves. (the akward words in this sentence are credited to ever...
Posted by hannah. on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:35:00 PST |
These days I can't find where you're not. |
And my reponse is a little bit of everything.
I should stop building my castle and let the rocks fall on my walls where they will. I have forsaken your kingdom to make my own, since it seems safer, o...
Posted by hannah. on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 06:55:00 PST |
In a sweater poorly knit...oh my God. |
What if I won't be able to tell when the world is ending? I shouldn't even ask such a question, but its followed me for weeks now and every day a new picture flies into my head and beats its wings and...
Posted by hannah. on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 07:00:00 PST |
hey cake sniffers |
Everything is easier than homework this time of day. Night. Except love. I do believe it, I do believe its true.
If I were to say I love you--an idea more familiar in its demure languageto Our...
Posted by hannah. on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 08:18:00 PST |
As long as my window is closed |
I guess you can throw up all bronze colored out yours as you pass by me, 70 mph, I'll try not to look. If my window is down and you spit I'll have to just close my eyes and pretend its a sea bree...
Posted by hannah. on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 02:56:00 PST |
Front desk, this is Hannah, how can I help you? |
Its easy to fall into my head and sleep inside the books I read. Opening my mouth seems deceptive when I could do so much more with it shut. But then he walks by and says "Hello" and nods his hea...
Posted by hannah. on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:18:00 PST |
come with me next time |
Find your way to my house, pack a sleeping bag and sweaters and a toothbrush and books. We can pool our toll money and share flip flops. I have to admit I'll be nervous alot--when we sit on top of a m...
Posted by hannah. on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 08:02:00 PST |
