phatty fat tuesday mix:
1. red light special by TLC
2. bang bang by nancy sinatra
3. snake by throwing muses
4. kisses sweeter than wine by jimmy rodgers
(a little spooky for the lusty tonight)

ah the perfect weather for a drinking holiday...

i'm retargent. that's serious.

this weather is making me all
crazy like...

I
You cried
And I tried to stop you
Holding my palms to your eyes
Trying to hide the evidence
II
We are set
In eachothers bones
We are mechanically
Attached
III
I look at your face
And I am afraid that
You will never love me
Your eyes filled
by distance
And the weight
Of the end of the world
Proud and frightened
You walk away

"I fear this latest escapade may have lessened your regard for her "fine eyes"."
"Not at all. They were brightened by the exercise."
-Pride and Prejudice

see Creep by TLC

ah, the splendor that is youth...

'it's called having a vagina."
(aka magical powers)

pitter patter
pitter patter
my heart
at your re-entrance
your pull
pulling on me
like i promised it wouldn't
your face
your smell
your muscles that
twist
in your forearm
i am no longer
in possesion
of myself
i am hit
hard
in my low
when you bump
and hold
i fucking swoon
despite myself

p.s. for scott...
Johnny Are You Queer? by Josie Cotton

"You need one, your heart is burning.
She needs one, her heart is burning."

see Wreck of the Day by Anna Nalick

songs to listen to while you interpret
the events of today and lust after what
is to come:

1. I thought you were my boyfriend-the magnetic fields
2. the equalizer-clinic
3. moving in stereo -the cars

its something about half naked boys...
and their reappearances...
makes everything seem less absolute.
note to self: have some fucking self control.

speaking of reappearances...
the fox is back after the hen and his shoes
are in the living room...

"It's in my professional opinion that you've become a monster."
-Thumbsucker

i hope things stay strange...i'm getting kind of used to it...

"get involved in something better than graffitti."
-written on the side of a bathroom stall in ink
next to some graffitti

actually that graffitti is somehow familiar...

i wish would say profound things...
and i wish i would say them without so
many fucking vulgarities...

album that i will never stop loving:
Motorcade of Generosity- Cake
(once you start you can't stop
til you get to the end....)

club sandwiches not seals

"i was born addicted to fantasy."- Thumbsucker

see Jolene by Cake
(yep...still lusty...)
&
Sunset City by The Magnetic Fields
&
My Forgotten Favorite by Velocity Girl

i so fucking sentimental right now...

shooting star!
i hate to repeat myself but this week is statistical anomaly. for serious.

this night
soft & sweet
on top of the house

"I've never met an ugly woman." -B.B. King

see Galaxies by Laura Viers

i'm no statistician, but i think we have a phenomon here...

see Bakerloo by King of Woolworths
&
That's the Way by Led Zeppelin

woah feel a little manic right now like
i have superpowers...

seriously...what is going on lately?

vanity may kill the cat.

thick too
the lust
between you
and me
burdensome so
i cannot
do not
speak
for i am only
thinking
on what it
would be
you
on top
of me

"Can we talk about the possibility of me
not sleeping on the couch?"

umm, actually...lets not talk about that...

Why Can't I Get-Violent Femmes
(umm...the relavence of this song
is frightning)

"Bin Laden has had more videos than Mary J. Blige
and we still haven't caught him."
-Rev. Al Sharpton

Cheney shooting his hunting partner. It just never
stops being funny...

Valentine's Day Serenity Music:
(let the angst begin...)

1. The Love Boat Theme-Jack Jones
2. Love is Strange-Mickey & Sylvia
3. Here I Go Again on My Own-Whitesnake
4. Everyday I Love You Less and Less-Kaiser Cheifs

(when the shit hits the fan)

1. Case of You-Joni Mitchell
2. Born to Love Her-Spain
3. Boys Don't Cry- The Cure
4. You Gave Your Love To Me Softly-Weezer

cool sunlight
pitter patters
itself along the shadows
heavy on the sides of the suburban stretch
so the soul drags a little with the air
carelessly disenchanted
as it strings along the street
a place like a ghost town
heavy and silent

the full moon cannot fix it
so i'll listen to The Cure

i'm not exactly sure what 2046 is but i think
i am in it...

why the fucking fuck did i drink so much champagne?

see "Here Comes the Summer" by the Fiery Furnaces

this is me moving backwards...

snow...
from where?

fuck such luck. F!

oh mountain
i see you stir
beneath the cloud
full & wet
with the waiting
of a hundred years
deep

"Hey Lover" by LL Cool J
+
"Age of Consent" by New Order
-
"Love and Anger" by Kate Bush
=
something mildly profound
about my existance
(maybe)

"Heartless Moon"- Iron and Wine
(If i wasn't sad before, I am now)

"That includes Hemingway and your mom!"
-a professor to a student

anderson cooper can tell me the news any time he wants

"I am just sick and tired of being sick and tired." -Wet Hot American Summer

fuck apollo.

songs for a warm day
1. Pussy- Brazilian Girls
2. Close My Eyes- Matisyahu
3. Sunshine- Wheatus (if only for the banjo)

songs for a hot night
1. I'm So Excited- Le Tigre
2. Bump & Grind- R. Kelly
3. I Just Wanna Know- Musiq Soulchild
4. December 1963 (oh what a night)
- Frankie Vallie & the Four Seasons

see Georgia O'Keefe's Evening Star IV

yes, i am wearing ugly boots
yes, i am wearing them with a skirt
and no, that dirty look is not making me feel any
differently about them
yes, i am laughing because you are angry
and my feet are warm...

"i love my animal friends! i love my animal friends!" -Timothy Treadwell

see "peach, plum, pear" by Joanna Newsom
and perhaps...
"a woman's worth" by Alicia Keys

this is such a sad hobby...

"It was one hell of a party!" -g-ma

hungry, hungry ghost

"What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets."
"Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl."
-The Virgin Suicides

the city's trees
extend their branches
my skin aches
as I watch the lights
moving back
and around
the buildings
hidden windows
industrial silence
overtaking
the air
we move
under the quiet.

good thing i have a vivid imagination...

see "the ghost in you" covered
by the counting crows

I solemnly swear to fill my life with meaningless acessories. stuff it full. until it hurts. it will help me forget those painful moments of inadequacy and i won't ever be sad. just full of shit.

night, tasty on the lips

Denis Johnson
Heat

Here in the electric dusk your naked lover
tips the glass high and the ice cubes fall against her teeth.
It's beautiful Susan, her hair sticky with gin,
Our Lady of Wet Glass-Rings on the Album Cover,
streaming with hatred in the heat
as the record falls and the snake-band chorus begin
to break like terrible news from the Rolling Stones,
and such a last light-full of spheres and zones.
August,
you're just an erotic hallucination
just so much feverishly produced kazoo music,
are you serious?-this large oven impersonating night,
this exaustion mutilated to resemble passion,
the bogus moon of tenderness and magic
you hold out to each prisoner like a cup of light?


"You're a stone fox." -Virgin Suicides

can we pretend its 2008?

sadness