December 2008
20 posts
Hit or Miss
Looks like the mist is what's pretty, all gold and silver
Mmhmm
Too bad it can't stay like this all the time
Nothing Gold Can Stay
I don’t know what there is to haikus besides the # of syllables.
Something about a cut word? We don’t have the right punctuation marks.
Two parts of a thought? Make reference to the season? Are these rules binding?
All this shows is that I can count. Fuck my lack of creativity.
I spend a lot of time fumbling around with how I want things to look on this and what I want them to say. Do you think when I die I will be judged based oh my secret blogging? Will St. Peter like my likes enough to secure me a spot behind the pearly gates?
This weather has really been gotten me down.
this grey Chicago
reeks havoc, my head a mess.
shall it ever end?
You turned the whole fifth floor into a motherfuckin’ discoteque.
– Depaul, Spring ‘07
We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon. -Gwendolyn Brooks
Ani DiFranco - Parameters
Thirty-three years go by And not once do you come home To find a man sitting in your bedroom That is A man you don’t know Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message: Lock your back door, you idiot However invincible you imagine yourself to be You are wrong Thirty-three years go by And you loosen the momentum of teenage nightmares Your breasts hang like a woman’s And you...
Let’s hear it for cigarettes, baby you were great.
bad bad mood
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I feel really awful
I’m sorry liver!
I want to get hit by a truck.
Listen carefully to the sound of a loneliness like...
I wish I had some cigarettes.