what am i wearing? come and see! "what garbage!" "what's your PROBlem?" things i would've said with less hesitation to myself a few years ago. back in philly; a seersucker skirt, honey conditioner, and apricot scrub are on the way. thanks mommy... i want to go see some moovies but the temporary friend-drout and everything-drout is standing a little in the way. maybe i should've stayed home another night. but anyway [settling back, brushing hair away from face], i have these dreams recently. last night i dreamt i was actually IN the mask of eternity, and i actually made it into the skull underworld. "very early in the game for this sort of thing, where are the happy villagers in my home town?" i thought, and died in the first room at the hands of two evil...skull guardian slobbery brown nastees. like it's because i never drink my potions when i ought to, and the perspective controls were REALLY diffracting me.
but no; no, that didn't happen at all. what do i learn this week?
-sometimes ripe fruits WILL fall into your lap, like mccall pattern 1803.
-MODjo.
-and sometimes, stop acting how you wanna act all the time. cuz no one want to SEE that mofucker!
-i can def'ly acc'ly selvage the hiphop stations traveling from poughkeepsie to philadelphia. kinda.
-i made so, so many decisions, in terms of my miss education, growing up. SO many. more than the average regretful college frosh. in retrospect all of them do, in fact, seem like the stupid and safe ones. the ones that a hermit crab would've made. no one will be watching any movies tonight [or any night]. "whoops."
-even MORE touching, is that there is nothing more reluctant and shy than the leaves of the white-flowered oxalis i just set on my windowsill. without any light, it shrugs down into itself like a hale green moth. come on sun where you at!? hyacinths need you too btw
but no; no, that didn't happen at all. what do i learn this week?
-sometimes ripe fruits WILL fall into your lap, like mccall pattern 1803.
-MODjo.
-and sometimes, stop acting how you wanna act all the time. cuz no one want to SEE that mofucker!
-i can def'ly acc'ly selvage the hiphop stations traveling from poughkeepsie to philadelphia. kinda.
-i made so, so many decisions, in terms of my miss education, growing up. SO many. more than the average regretful college frosh. in retrospect all of them do, in fact, seem like the stupid and safe ones. the ones that a hermit crab would've made. no one will be watching any movies tonight [or any night]. "whoops."
-even MORE touching, is that there is nothing more reluctant and shy than the leaves of the white-flowered oxalis i just set on my windowsill. without any light, it shrugs down into itself like a hale green moth. come on sun where you at!? hyacinths need you too btw