i really have no motivation
maybe i'll do this
maybe i'll do that
but what difference will it make
i sold it straight.

"mary its betty. im a wreck call me back"
her voice was unsteady.
mr. mellings gone

lets put this in impressions

cin cin?? is that you?
you pay now!
st.johns. FIRE!
COMFORT AND JOY!
gag gag gag
slave driver
detroit. DRIVE BY!
we have nothing to do...its 2am
hand lens
donovan...dont get crazy
gravy boat
leddddd
bob
new orleans. HURRICANE!
australia. FOREST FIRE!
to soon...
thats what she said
ive been praying for you? LIES!
quotes floating around.

hface

yay kitchen ! BLECH!

im sorry i keep forgetting

we've skated

we've had soup

we've talked

we've paused

we've lost track of whats real

we've seen something new

we've changed

we've somethingsomething

hface.

i havent blogged in a while

this is all i can say.

i have no picture..maybe?

i was thinking tonight in your sweater
i thought itd be nice to ring you up.
but then i realized i dont know what i would say
other than: "i just wanted to call you"
and i know you wouldnt say anything
cus thats just who you are.
so i didnt ring you up.

hface

fooling around with words, in the sense that we dance around any concrete decision because we're both to attatched to eachother to fully let go, but currently to invested in our own minds and individual hurts and needs to be completely there for one another.

i just dont really care anymore.

finding pages and reasons
girls with buns on top of their heads.
on the side
yellow yellow yellow truely triangular
over emotional.
runnnnnnnnning. push pull.


dropped a mango


f this s

this somethings broken

ive made a list on paper

gunna sleep it off

as best i can i guess.

fault fault fault.

this is george washington

look at the smile on that face.

climbing stairs coutning climbing stairs. want the rest of my story?

clouds were folding into deeper shades of graaaaaay.

the most fantastic

black birds in moon, in branches fly.

how long did i sleep?

a case of you

heres my short story so far folks:

Death in this context was in no way gripping, thrilling, enthralling or anything of the like. I’ll lay it out for you; see Walter had one of those faces. A face hardened by the realization of quickly fading ideals. It was difficult to see the father in him. His jaw was clenched, stone like. I couldn’t read past his dark eyes.

The funeral was coming to an end but I hardly noticed. I was staring through the damp air across the expanse of tombstones; I was staring at the forest. In all its dark enchantment and I imagined you there James, instead of in the ground cramped into that cold box. The crate wouldn’t get you closer to whatever waited for you, I knew that.

Everyone in black had walked past me before I realized it was over. Everything was mismatched in that moment. I kicked at the ground and ran my hand through my rained on head. Death had sent the cold into my heart, I was cold from the inside out but the days were growing warmer; spring was imminent somehow.

"get up offa that thang!

and dance 'till you feel better,"

-james brown

"im good im gone!" - lykke li

"go away from my window" - bob dylan

scratch

IS IS WRONG TO REALIZE HOW MUCH YOU LOVE SOMEONE WHEN THEY STOP LOVING YOU?

of course of course of course

what are you here for really?
i'll be rude sure.
take me if you see it.
you could do that in your living room for chissakes.
bastards
what are you here for.
written at umi.

i dont know why i got so sad all of a sudden. i just kept looking outside
i kept the great sadness away for a long time before.
mum took me for hot chocolate, somehow she just knew i guess.
something to love.

dirty ends of fingers.

then stop.
"we only have one planet" he says
"yeah well, i only have two pockets" she says

baby raccoony

"A middle-of-the-night postscript: After refusing food most of the day, he now makes up for it by waking me at 1.10 a.m. and expressing his needs by suckling on my earlobe and shrieking in my ear. He drank 2 oz. and ran off exploring the bedroom. Ah, the joys of motherhood! " parsifal.membrane.com/alex/higginsjournal1.html

i wanna raise one.

it could be friends with mordecai.

lest ye forget!
blank cheque
SIN card number photocopied document.
email jessica...asap.

fkn meat slicer...

up and down.

the tables, they turned.
georges marvelous med-cin.
the quilts on the floor.

co-op...

hface.

fell asleep

farmboy.

i got it.

deli folks.










Erik J. Olsen -

so today was full of new things

some new classes
maths, world religions, biology, and writers craft
new starts
with him (i think he wants me to focus...)

i wrote a haiku in wirters craft about how im not 100% sure i should even be there.
i spent all my new dollhairs.
salicylic acid wash (yeah i looked at the label for spelling)
eye pencil
some face
balogna (for the meshme)
and a sweater ive wanted all winter and went on sale for 9shmackers.

yeah so 40$ fell through the holes in my pockets faster than should be humanly possible..

enoughs enough
hface

"i'll blaze two birds" he says

so this was the best part of superbowl Xsomethingsomething

wowie wow. another WOW video.
but really...? will.i.am? come on now.

lyfbd

(love you forever bob dylan)

"PUT THE CHICKEN FINGERS DOWN!" he says.

- hface

new projects

- the roald dahl project
- the suitcase project
- the sweater project

collect funds.

threetwoone go.