For *those that have just lost their keys *those that are well-versed *inebriated ones *wanderers *mermaids *those that belong elsewhere *whippersnappers *marvelous ones *those that are not included in this classification *those that flutter because the moment is fleeting *boundless ones *those colored with slippery fingerpaint *others *those that resemble someone I know from a distance

Friday, January 27, 2006

mi corazon, mi corazon

dreaming of lost lovers and counting my grey hairs.
i remember.

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Thursday, January 26, 2006

Clearly it is difficult for me to work in the afternoon

A lovely sentiment snagged from Found Magazine

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How strange it is that I loved you all along. With all the boys and all the girls and all the good times and all the falling down, it was you. You during those delirious hours, those delicious hours, those hours when I was absent and distracted. You you you.

How strange that I never knew 'til now.


I'm not sure if it qualifies as tintinnabulation or not. But I don't really get a lot of chances to use that word.

Is it wrong to buy bracelets just because you like the sound they make when they move up and down your arm?

Or is that, in fact, the perfect reason?


Tuesday, January 24, 2006



Friday, January 20, 2006

Possum and turtle

"Neither of them liked to go anywhere in a hurry and they both liked persimmons"

What a lovely basis for a friendship.

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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Tee Hee.

I love badmash


Friday, January 13, 2006

Ah, luchtime readings on oxytocin

"The brains of people deeply in love do not look like those of people experiencing strong emotions, but instead like those of people snorting coke."

And also, “We were not built to be happy but to reproduce.”

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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Vanishing kind-of mood. Part II.

I feel like slipping away. Walking past solitary pennies and not picking them up.


Tuesday, January 03, 2006


Ah, sweet bloggity-blog, how bittersweet is our relationship. Sometimes I embrace you, clinging to you tightly as birds fly past the window. And other times it is as if I shun you, exhausted from the 3 am poetry, the unexpected understanding, wary of words, sleepy.

I am sure our time will come again.

Also, I have been reading the bible. The bible! And I like it! Question mark?