This year, I:
-lived in Barcelona
-learned Spanish
-learned Catalan
-had sex
-had a boyfriend
-went to France
-took acid
-lived in Brazil
-barfed
-took prozac
-cried
-moved three times
-hung out with my beautiful cat
-couldn't sleep
-tried to destroy somebody's life
-wanted someone to die
-got lied to
-went to Uruguay
-danced on top of a bar
-got wasted
-smoked cigarettes
-broke up
-found out I had been cheated on
-had sex with two different people
-bought a plane ticket
-couchsurfed
-car-shared
-danced ballet
-swam
-made a documentary
-fought
-had my fucking heart broken
-got depressed
-went to uni in Barcelona
-went to uni in Brazil
-masturbated
-had really crazy good amazing sex
-dieted
Thursday, November 13, 2014
My calligraphy
where do butterflies dive under sand
so the crinkles around his eyes
might know when the blossom tree
season is on. whilst working on
a loom late one night I was
approached by a stick bug
that started bitching to me
about a praying mantis, so I
started crucifying my shrapnels
left over from the war so as
to christen his misdemeanor
with a crown of popcorn. I
asked him if he'd ever noticed
the smell that whisltes from the
trees and he replied that indeed
the center of this universe is when
you are alone, but the center of
the palm of God is when you are
singing. I cried so much last night
by the riverside as the fireworks
exploded all the joints of traction
within the citadels of the rock
'n' roll notes and I cried out "save
my baby" and I tore through
the autumn leaves and bit a
snake on the mouth with my
chest. when you were born nothing
ever smelled of anything other
than you. And you were not grateful.
Calamities strewn so tightly over
your thighs like tights that
coil at the stroke of midnight.
spiders rustle charmingly over
the penis of the drangonfly-
lord and in sequence there
tends to be swimming pools
instead of stakes that get
driven into cardboard innuendos
and crocodile tears on birds'
faces. my vagina is holy as from
it shall emerge my calligraphy
so the crinkles around his eyes
might know when the blossom tree
season is on. whilst working on
a loom late one night I was
approached by a stick bug
that started bitching to me
about a praying mantis, so I
started crucifying my shrapnels
left over from the war so as
to christen his misdemeanor
with a crown of popcorn. I
asked him if he'd ever noticed
the smell that whisltes from the
trees and he replied that indeed
the center of this universe is when
you are alone, but the center of
the palm of God is when you are
singing. I cried so much last night
by the riverside as the fireworks
exploded all the joints of traction
within the citadels of the rock
'n' roll notes and I cried out "save
my baby" and I tore through
the autumn leaves and bit a
snake on the mouth with my
chest. when you were born nothing
ever smelled of anything other
than you. And you were not grateful.
Calamities strewn so tightly over
your thighs like tights that
coil at the stroke of midnight.
spiders rustle charmingly over
the penis of the drangonfly-
lord and in sequence there
tends to be swimming pools
instead of stakes that get
driven into cardboard innuendos
and crocodile tears on birds'
faces. my vagina is holy as from
it shall emerge my calligraphy
Granny died
Granny died
it exhausts me
I keep overplucking
my hair
and it exhausts me
Al doesn't give me as much attention as I'd like
and it tires me
It makes me tired.
I want to do everything perfectly
and it kills me
it exhausts me
I keep overplucking
my hair
and it exhausts me
Al doesn't give me as much attention as I'd like
and it tires me
It makes me tired.
I want to do everything perfectly
and it kills me
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