Jake is moving in as soon as this week.
I wonder where he’s from. Dear me. Another body. Looks like i’ll be sharing shelf space. Shucks.
“let anyone among you without sin be the first to throw a stone”
Picasso : Missing letters. E,F,G,I,M,N
I remember being young and in class, grade 3/4 and finding out if I dropped a pencil the lead inside would crack, not having my pen license I would sharpen my pencil, and then while writing if the tip fell out it would be entirely a disaster. Colouring pencils the same. And they roll, and fall of the desk and i’d fear. It would encompass me- consuming my perspective – my being. Fear. Loathsome. Fated. Hatred of chance and wonder. My concentration shot, I was to blame. Shame of the self at such a young age. Fuming.
Print out tickets.
Prank: Print out A4 sheets that say “wet paint” and put them on everything.
Imagine if your eyelids glowed in the dark.
Insult: inslit: sinslit: insult: “white cunt”
“What i’ve done doesn’t matter until the majority crushes me…”
The seating at the bar looks like advanced solitaire. No rules.
Hello my darling. I have taken my time to reply because each letter for you is the heart. I love you also with my head and soul. I feel you, I stress and think of you often. Each day can be a plague if I let my mind wander. You’re far away, and we are free. My life for liberation has never been so watered. Down by want and emotion. You occupy a space in my being that is unique and wonderful. For that I will always live and love for. Hope upon hope: pipe dream come wonderment, be free and be in love and love me as your own for I will ever be. xoxo
I know you’ve spent your night slimming- let’s sit down (angry).
Lets get sweaty.
And the girl said to the guy: “wear tartan, you’ll be in for free”.
My lady queens leaves.
The printing press is slow today.
It’s white-work we wait and pray.
Metis: North American Half-breed.
And that’s when it happened: at the history museum.
He was an attractive looking man, I stared confidently myself.
And that’s when it happened.
“Have you ever seen the whites of someone’s eyes”
Living in a fantasy land.
Augmented yet real
he who leads you by the hand
pleasure’s pain we feel.
Bring us to the fore
Push open the door
Get on the ark-miss.
‘As the old sing, the young pipe’
-Children take after adults.
“Be my mug of wine”
-I am this drink.