ccclx. bills

and then suddenly the important thing was to fantasticate the fixed sum payable at regular intervals to, you know. breathe deeply like the charmed penguins we know we are.

ccclix. gracia

she’s plucking eyebrows and staring in the mirror and letting it all blow up.

ccclviii. out of focus

they are developing a new vocabulary that will let them inform me. you, your finger is on the lens.

ccclvii. the tears of a clown

smokey robinson and the miracles took a good look at their faces in the mirror. berry gordy was making them sing a little too high.

ccclvi. i’m tired

i’m tierd, im tird, im’ realy relly tirde.

ccclv. breaking away

your lips touched my dormant ear and whispered the three words of separation.

cccliv. king kong in manila

on free ice cream days, i wish i was a giant, lifting the lids of the buildings to see if they’re still good.

cccliii. wait, i’m confused

if i accept that i’m unique, do i have to give up the idea that i’m special? have to, should, right, wrong. now go in there and fight for your right not to fight. tell me again how rumi is better than batman?

ccclii. signal to noise ratio

i heard you don’t want to post blogs anymore. cool. but we were talking and we were wondering over there. who are you now?

cccli. cunt

i’d like to tie you to a bumper. grab some rope, brother, and get in line.