Monthly Archives: July 2011

Tea for one.

Are you guys listening to Bon Iver yet? Here: http://boniver.org/ At the food bank today there was orange-cranberry tea bread. So I’m having tea. And listening to this. On repeat. It’s that sort of day.     Advertisements

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thistle in the afternoon

artichoke: fleshy pads like tongues kiss me back green, then sweet, then licorice forever warm in the center delicately petaled flower spiny fortress saltwater pooling in the mayonaise afraid to drink the wine because it might wash away the memory … Continue reading

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Menstruation feels like ritual disembowelment.

Funny, googling “menstruation feels like ritual disembowelment” turns up no results?!?! I’m totally fixing that as of Right Fucking Now. Tomorrow I’m supposed to go downtown and wear a bikini in public and talk to people and make them give … Continue reading

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Good advice from Rob Brezny…

…even for non-Libras: “The I Ching counsels that if we are associating with others who are not our true peers,” says astrologer Caroline Casey, “our real allies cannot find us.” Please apply this test to yourself, Libra. If, after taking … Continue reading

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sometimes a lyric catches you just so…

“I would rather be alone than pretend I feel alright.” How have I just finally “gotten” Arcade Fire?  

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Bewilderment Beat

Besmirched, bemused, befuddled betwixt behaving befriended borderline and burdened begging a bit beat down and bunkered but not bankin’ on it. Blamer, borrower, boaster biter of bait buster of balls bumbler of balances bitterer of sweets breaker of boundaries lowbrowbeat. … Continue reading

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Things which stab me in the face/heart:

The dress: I bought in Hawaii when my clothes got all wet, remember? It made so much sense then, our first day, with dirty sand feet and wet seeping through our clothes; I wanted to stay out. It hangs unsuspecting … Continue reading

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