the perfect day for sitting outside.
lou reed would have liked it.

contemplating my moustache...

i'm wide awake:
thought about making things all day
+ the warm weather + time spent
thinking about affection

i like the way it smells outside.
i want to open my window.

had a fun day in denver:
made attempts to find long lost friends, drank
beers, talked about many things, finally went to
the f-ing larimer lounge, toured a bomb shelter,
and watched night of bloody horror which was not
that bloody or horrifying but entertaining none the
less.

so long, marianne by leonard cohen

"I wasn't pushing you away, I was pulling me toward myself."-Strangers With Candy

"Have you ever smelled this book?"-Mutual Appreciation

in the city in the rain by the 6ths

went to denver last night.
to the thin man. i felt like
i was in saint elmo's fire.
the lights were red and i
didn't realize how much i
had drank. i took the bus
home trying to look forward
instead of out the window
beacause i was so dizzy.

i woke up this morning
soul sick.

poppy by TV on the radio

veronica vaughn is sick.
she is making me very sad.

"...so what i am thinking is that we give them all crystals."
-my uncle in reference to the lack of population growth
in littleton (i spit soda on my shirt and laughed for two minutes)

last night filled me with mixed feelings...i wish him all the best but
for my own selfish reasons i wish he was staying. we had fun, we
drank ourselves silly, reunited with mutumbo, had an outdoor
adventure in the middle of the night (cold even without stepping
into the lake). it was just as it should have been. it ended with
breakfast though, which is the best way to say goodbye.

miss the brother too, he is having fun without me. he better be
taking pictures.

i just want to do everything.
but for now i am going to have a smoke and watch a dollar horror
movie which appears very promising but i may have to turn off if i
get too scared.

temptation by new order (i can't remember if i have posted this
before but even if i have it deserves to be posted twice)
everyman everywoman by yoko ono

i have got to get out of boulder.

my heart is all a flutter with the see-saw life.
i feel like i could break
or explode
but i certainly cannot exist in the middle of the spectrum of emotion.
who wants to be a middleman anyway?
IAMINAFUCKINGDIONYSIONMODEOFOPERATION
IAMAFUCKINGCYCLONETHUNDERSTORMNIGHTMARE
IAMPROWLINGLIKEACATINACAGE
i got so excited that i fell down and i hurt so bad
i thought i broke my uterus.
i think its okay though
i was just being dramatic.

songs to go mad to:
postcards of a painting-maximo park
the windmills of your mind-dusty springfield
soft-kings of leon

dance until your feet rot and fall off.