Saturday, January 3, 2009

who needs sleep when there's life to live?!

there is nothing so delicate as a heart
3 am phone calls. there's crying and oh there is consolation
and though my shoulders are so far from you--
somehow comfort.
and on yr birthday you are so drunk that you say so.
and still we are both so thankful for eachother.

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clouds move
pizza gets eaten
theory's discussed

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and do you remember that time we went to brooklyn to eat ice cream w/ matt & kim
when there was a magic not states btwn us
and you were so excited - ice cream spilled out of yr mouth as you talked
yrr hands moving and everyone was worried (you could tell by their eyes)
that you'd drop it and you didn't

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but then neither one of us did.
"i didn't drop the soap but yr hands are around my throat" the lyrics of my youth;
today i began more formally my project of 2k9; in such a little way an explanation
of scars
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oh alejandro; las calles son largas:
souviens-tu?
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dear mystery person this is from/for/to you:

writing/riding home in the rain
i want to meet you in the street and when we hug
i’d smell yr hair either r&b would be playing
or you’d tell me that coco rosie is yr favourite band
and then we would watch a movie about problems we already know
about but pretend to not have like the way no one can say yr name
right or how sometimes there’re worms in apples and you’d look over
and you’ll be crying b/c the kitten is playing w/ the string and i’ll look over
and i’ll be laughing at how somehow we’re both laughing and stalin was defeated
and even though we aren’t our mothers– at least now we know where they were
coming from
-october 2005:

years ago and for so long the same feelings
and today-- i ride my bike anywhere to see a friend/ i watch the clouds/
and i can always put on r&b; lone wolf vs. gentle giant:
january 2009: there are kittens shooting rainbow lazerbeams out of their eyes.
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okay, change the channel;
flip the record.
it's not about a new year.
it's about a new today.
(burn the sage)

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