why i am awesome, part 21973259. |
assignment: talk about the last time you did something -- anything. respondi: 'la ultima vez que vi a mi madre, ella se sentaba en un excusado en la sala. su novio cambiaba el suelo en el bano, pues, ...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 09:10:00 PST |
in which i obliquely reference perfidy. |
1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?i was born in a barn, and thus, lack the ability to shut doors of any kind. 2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?why bot...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 08:18:00 PST |
jesus wants my nuts. |
[from a letter to BESTIE.]...You know how I roll -- I only bone celibate folk, faggots, and dudes with girlfriends. I'd probably fuck Jesus twice, K-money
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 10:24:00 PST |
waiting for beer or lattes or jesus. |
someone ought to sequester the homeless away, hide them in a place where they can't bother me, make me uncomfortable, make me think about what it means to be born privileged.
i have shoes and handbag...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 08:00:00 PST |
bleak. |
this is the place where things go dark, where i am hungry but can't eat, where i steal quietly out of his flat and walk five manic miles past the sleeping homeless and the drunk ones too, where i eat ...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 10:28:00 PST |
thinner. |
gramma, to my mom: 'you're looking good.' i lose all self-censorship: YEAH. now you're a thin, worthwhile person. mom stifles a laugh. gramma, wounded not by my sarcasm, but my failure to comment on h...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 08:57:00 PST |
the presence in the absence. |
a self confession like a kick to my jelly knees, pushing me facefirst into the wet earth, shaking me by the shoulders, me abofetea la cara, the walls melting, neblina, rain. i could say me enamoro de ...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 11:27:00 PST |
you let the people down. |
1. Do you think you were raised well?i grew up to be a self-sufficient adult with a conscience and gray matter that hums with electricity. i couldn't ask for anything more. 2. Do you have a secret tha...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 03:14:00 PST |
trapdoors. |
everything's there: all the plans that came to nothing, the stupid love affairs, and the terrifying ones, the ones where actual happiness opened like a hole beneath his feet and he fell in, then lay h...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 04:47:00 PST |
morphemes. |
how a bed once dressed with a kindly quilt becomesunsleepable site of anarchy.wandering the streets with ratted hair, a smattering of broken capillaries and bruises across my anemic skin, men yell out...
Posted by abbey/kimmy on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 07:22:00 PST |
