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Aug. 2nd, 2005

cut on my leg

no bandaid
this time
the blood will just run
dry,
and scab over itelf

Jun. 6th, 2005

tour diary

hey ever'body

check out www.chewyourown.com for a semi-regularly updated tour diary. it has totally rocked so far!!! i miss you ann arbor friends and lovers.

xoxoxo

Apr. 15th, 2005

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wow. i just sold some books to a woman named katherine funk sholder. FUNK shoulder! i am amazed.

Mar. 31st, 2005

owed to spring

hello you bouncing, blinking turtledove springtime sunshine darling!!!! thank you for coming to our party! you make my hair swing, and my eyes dance, and my joy-injected little body want to lay out on the grass all day long. mwa!

Feb. 18th, 2005

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almodovar's latest film is most excellent. :) you should see it. i bet i'd even go see it again with you if you asked me.

Feb. 17th, 2005

buon giorno, Roma

i was sailing downward again, in some mode of public transportation that was absolutely reasonable to take according to the others. were we in rome?--my housemates jonathan, laura and i... and it had been so long since i had seen a view that gripping, terrifying, myopic. we hopped into a rollercoasterish contraption not unlike a subway except that it went directly downward, tiled and quite aesthetically elegant and i was half-floating out of the seat as we made our way, which i was not entirely comfortable with, but closed-mouth about nonetheless. we landed fine. we got out, and went to eat some cake/flan from my grandmother's front yard that wasn't really her cake. it was a cake from berts ern, and rightfully belonged across the street at some other person's party. some other person who smiled and waved at the cake/flan delivery man, who (the latter) claimed he would cover for our thievery, and we walked away knowing we had tasted something much richer than ever would have been possible had we played strictly by the rules.

i find it peculiar that i had a dream like this so close after the discussion patrick and i had of our similarly themed dreams of childhood. hmmm... i must still be revolving.

Feb. 13th, 2005

so nice

good-ness!!! i've been having so much fun lately! in moderated bouts, of course. but yesterday was so so great making friends with my new 2-year old happy and wily pal, carter, at ambrosia, participating in the fair trade chocolate extravaganza/coopful of beautiful people that i love party/ incredible friendly vibrating light emanating itself from the great big bear hug heart-filling sky through the windows shattering my impenetrable plexiglass sadness/ single piercing arrow filtering out dead thought, and sorting through unwanted but completely lovable magazines all clanedestine where the magic floating off the elevator red and black haired lady gave me a pink cupcake with a kiss off of a silver tray besides!!!!

and the friends fund dinner of indian deliciousness, and the lame but forgivable storytelling fest, and meeting at midnight for a beer and a breath and darts and smoke in my eyes but so much to feel glad about, and walking home on the train tracks, like the time my dear j. set me on the path just like a child and told me to stay on til eventually i'd find my home, and then tea and guitar playing and bed, and sweet sleep. and the mischief in your eyes, and the laughter that encloses them. so gently like a fawn or a little black sheep or a muffin-top or a wooden flute. take your pick, they are all so lovely.

Feb. 6th, 2005

riddle me this

why is it that merely being alive between the hours of five and seven pm on sundays routinely feels like falling off a cliff?

Feb. 1st, 2005

i was a fighter

in my dream last night, two rather suspicious male characters approached lester house as hana/christine and i sat on the front porch. "can we shovel your snow?" they ask collectively, or individually, teeth glinting, eyes widened with danger, dragging their copper shovels up closer to us. "Fuck you, you can't shovel our snow!" i express, knowing what they're really up to. they are after us, i know, they are going to try to rape us. at first i thought i was only getting nowhere, as i grabbed a shovel and hit one guy with it, moving in slow motion-quicksand, the futile sensation of running underwater helplessness, as the blow was dealt, barely a flicker in the recipient's eyes or stamina. but i was determined, and perhaps willed the other people who started to emerge from the house to do so, as i ran into it and called the police. then the bad men left.

i used to have dreams like this a lot when i was a kid...persecution complex? except in most of those dreams, it ended ambiguously, or with my being abducted. now i'm flexing my muscles and grinning at the sky.:) hello february!

Jan. 26th, 2005

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today i ate a doughnut.

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