the macabre and the mundane

 

i have the most delectable wildflower honey and walnuts and no one to share with.






typical

And we were sitting around the dining table. With Chinese. All so methodical, so ethnic. Is this what I'm going to become? A importation of all things that are to come? I'm removed from this world. You're so removed. It's disgusting
revolting
and the shivers that run down my rolls atop of my spine are bumping over. My lines that seem to gloss around the hips are caving in. River.
Let me become a phoenix.
Let me become a celebrity pun. Predated so you cannot understand. You're too young to understand either way. There is no 'of' about you.

You are bland. A substitute for fried rice. White. White



If this is what is to come, secede.
As each card tumbles down into pickle slices, fold.

I'm a monotone canvas,
a contemporary birth.

my mom is actually cool with the whole "I want to transfer to Albany" deal.

Progress!!

Oh, and I go home in two days? This is so unreal for me

maybe i'll feel comfortable with you


(tomorrow)

bend snap relax