speaking of nothing |
sometimes the space yields, and here i am, willingly. and other times, years or months--or god knows there is no way to calibrate time in the individual experience--but that stretch forces itself in b...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 16:35:00 GMT |
tack(y) tongue |
you defibrillator!i'm painted with pansiespanting perilouslywhen your deck handsover the stripe of steelto gaping gabholes...present: dresses with broken pockets.we are less than the sum of our p...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 19:26:00 GMT |
day 388 |
drive them into me, if you will. do what you think you need to, still. wet eyes, nails surveyed in black.half-expected to accept itlids unfolded and protectedtruth deflected off her back.blocked block...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 19:22:00 GMT |
invalid subjectline |
yes, let's start off that way.invalid. you say.listen. oh i always say it.better than. worse than.imperturable grammar whored outfor the purpose of no, no, for the purpose of.i loved youin the dayligh...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 07:41:00 GMT |
jobba-the-hut |
two blog posts in one day?! golly gee, beave! but it's alright on account o' today bein' a red letter day 'n' all.
"why's that?" you ask.
because! i! got! a! new! job!
for those of y...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:22:00 GMT |
i hear the spaces |
i hear the spaces in your text, hallways of thought voided out for fear of running on, running on, running on... and having the page turn its back on you. but see, i'm not the editor. i'm ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:19:00 GMT |
princess piccolo |
i'm getting a cat. this is the cat:
her name is princess piccolo. isn't she pretty?
amen,- tara
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 08:22:00 GMT |
who puts the lame in lamentation?! i do! i do! |
lead-hearted, wicker-boned, stone-faced, unphoned.outside and leaping across puddles to unload the mind when it muddles. the brain of the train goes and goes and sm...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 13:15:00 GMT |
tagged - 10 weird (?) things |
I got tagged by my sister. I don't do these things or surveys *ever. I just did this one cause Tess asked me to. So if you're into these things, this is probably your one shot at&nbs...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 09:59:00 GMT |
maximum lung capacity |
i tested it out live. it was not just me in the car singing my heart out. isadora didn't have to say, "mommy, i want to hear him. can you *not* sing so loud?" it was stubb's, a...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 09:59:00 GMT |
