February 2012
1 post
January 2012
1 post
November 2011
1 post
Shadow art →
daily-tumbles:
Following this blog will be the best thing you ever do
October 2011
2 posts
LOL
namface:
S-so rushed but done! now to fake a 100pg folio of “planning” orz
weltschmerz
\VELT-shmerts\ , noun; 1.Sentimental pessimism; sorrow that one feels and accepts as one’s necessary portion in life.
September 2011
2 posts
1 tag
August 2011
2 posts
“This city is not about other people or buildings or streets but about your...”
– Ai Wei Wei
Not in the mood for love
WOW srsly Wong Kar Wai needs a HUG.
Or did I forget how it was to be indefatigably in love with an impossible person/place/thing/concept?
NO.
Context: Just watched 2046. Nice aesthetic. Okay concept. Stupid protagonist. Just ‘cause you got issues don’t mean you gets to break hearts and slap your dick around like it’s forgivable. No one likes your vague sci-fi stories about...
July 2011
2 posts
Cat n Janice
When you leave mangoes out for a while they start to have that ripe-fruit stink, that pungent, body odor taste. Janice bought a fucking crate of them and I don’t care much for tropical fruit. She loves a good deal and she gets this sense of euphoria from the money she’s supposedly saving. This time she’s gained about 3 sweaty mangoes left on our kitchen counter collecting fruit...
Writing cause I got nothin' better to do. Oh hey...
Where is the rest of it?
What rest of it. Rest of what?
The juice. The rest of the juice. I bought the juice. Where is it.
Hell if I know.
Janice, there is only one other mouth here to ingest the juice and it is yours. Where is the juice.
Calm down! I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I’m out for now, but I’m letting you know you owe me for the juice.
Cat. What....
May 2011
2 posts
March 2011
3 posts
where are my rewards
it’s been a couple of weeks and i still look the same where are my rewards i demand compensation
February 2011
4 posts
WatchLOL
monstreet:
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANNA DO THIS
January 2011
3 posts
online you can be the person you've always wanted...
and apparently most people want to be assholes
December 2010
6 posts
My notes when I start to fall asleep. Is my...
a. Q=====
b. Business represente din th novel, turns on the act of choosing
Inability to recognist the contribution of capit to business
19thj Century business mocel – amily mssmall u
Eprvivgul
Speculation
Monopoal
Howells trying to How the postbellum world is challenging the world of business and of “choice”and agency , sidesteps it, pretends the problems doesn’t exissts, falls back...
I keep waiting for it to really come down
snow snow snow snow snow snow
CHOCOLATE WAVING
Subbing for my mentor teacher is awesome tiring.
Oh, middle-school.
November 2010
3 posts
October 2010
28 posts
“Never confuse movement with action.”
– Ernest Hemingway
this is to all of my childhood friends
i am very jealous of the free time you all have been having. i am also tired of having to identify with all the white people on television.
at least last year my words were full of a light laziness. now i snap like a turtle at little things.
i am grossing myself out looking at the inside of my tank at my little beak, my little beady eyes. then i forget because it is mealtime. master feeds me a...
Saw a baby today. Totally made my day. Done....
Yes.
sometimes its okay to be a little bit angry
ok so I’m not fluent in teacher-attitude yet, and my low-key sort of deal seems not to be cutting it. i need to look like i have authority, because my personality does not command it. i can either grow a beard or wear a tie, but needless to say it is neither natural or comfortable.
nor am i decisive! how is that for feeling safe in my classroom? you never know when i’m going to say...
i hate and love that female bodies are dressed up...
and that i derive pleasure from viewing such displays. who taught me to objectify those of my own sex?
was it you? i knew it was you!
the wind swallows me whole
memories are toys, paper clips, the lost ends of studs. rolled up colorful like a huge katamari, my treat, ends up tucked around edges in, in skin taut and tight over all altogether, folding and folding until it is dark and dense like the center of an eye together in a thin mint tin.
in a way i want it be okay to say the word motherfucker, but once it is okay, i won’t want to say the word...
“we could roll around like babies. how sweet would that be.”
– Bryce
“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
jillian tamaki is my hero
just say it.
there is no need to be indirect and write a poem about it.
melting tigers or hic et ubique
here and there, molten, sweat to the seat.
astronaut, I’m uncovering the galaxies, tearing off the sheets to find
lost underneath, a little bit of mary, pieces of the girl with the leg braces one foot off second, tensed up ready to steal third, the slow moments, joanne pitching a softball, her right arm winding towards the underhand
careful, we lie in between the stanzas still, holding...
look south
in exchange for fullness i have forfeited the sincerity of my smile and now I startle children with my flash of teeth their hearts not knowing fully what exactly it is they recoil from
