29 November 2010
17 November 2010
I dreampt I was dogsitting a grey great dane and a long-hair yellow mut. They had a habit of running at me and trying to bite my hands. Every time, I said, "No!" and reminded myself to stand my ground, not run. Finally I let them just bite my hands--and when they chewed and chewed, it didn't even hurt that much! It never broke the skin. And after that they seemed harmless. Loving, even.
07 November 2010
02 November 2010
'Tween seasons
Winter bleats distantly in the forest. Soon it'll sing against our faces...
I voted today! Friday I'm off to NYC to hang out with Sam Petry, Cleo 'n company, and perhaps Hannah Kalifeh. I'll check out the Met before its Chinese exhibition closes, too.
:)
01 November 2010
16 October 2010
Smear the queer
Got nutmeg lunngs
Looking for your pixelated
visage on Kinsey's
scale, you
elude
The eye
Remember when we played smear
the queer?
You weren't as hot then
Seasons go
You won't be hot then
Freckled pot bellied
wreck of muscle
Looking for your pixelated
visage on Kinsey's
scale, you
elude
The eye
Remember when we played smear
the queer?
You weren't as hot then
Seasons go
You won't be hot then
Freckled pot bellied
wreck of muscle
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