chicago life. we all have pets that are space heaters and they follow us everywhere
fuck YOOOOUuu! I can say whaddeye want ta WHOOOoo!
my hair is growing long, thick, soft, rich, natural, it's growing for you
my mind is a broken pinball machine a rickety wind up car a galloping three legged steed
ritual through repetition, art, knitting
and almonds, eating an entire life sustaining growth kit
- anneli says these things
my memory is completely shot. like a dog, a dead, hole filled, fucking dog.
I had a dream where everything I needed was found. and then I woke up. many mornings this happens. this is why I sleep so much.
there's to many words in this, simpler
I feel guilty for most everything i do unless I'm with other people
banging drums
i'm trying to do it
can't you just be with me all the time, follow me like aku aku or the little green firefly, tinker bell and loyal dogs, sidekicks and advisors
to build one of you with a heart i truly strive
I am not called upon, I am not texted so, I do not have a follower and I should not have a soul
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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