Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Okay, so it's this excessive swelling of the chest area. You try not to write blog posts or go on facebook or smoke cigarettes or text too much or drink too much alcohol or be sad and pathetic, like monopod and all. You tell yourself, when you're walking to work, working, walking home, sitting on the deck, lying in the park, not to do these things. They're unrealistic, damaging to the heart cells and shit. Sometimes I feel a moment defining a section of my life. You look back and you remember songs that you listened to when you were lonely, food you ate when you were content, the air quality when you couldn't get out of bed, the smell of linen when you knew someone, the season when you read The Great Gatsby. Silly shit like that. They define parts of your life. Little, tiny stories that die after a while. I don't know why it's relevant, but I think am bored and doing that thing I told myself not to do.
Like, do you ever want to eat yourself up because someone left themself all over your skin and behind your ears and in you hair and in between your fingers and stuff. Like, you just want to eat it all up and spit it out and cry and then stop and have heightened eye colour? You're weird if you do. That's just super creepy.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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