We are now equipped with a fire pit, a hammock, and new sound system. I have too many vegetables to count, and I am finishing the end of my nectarine, blueberry, raspberry pie. What up summer vacation.
Just a General Check In
Dressed to impress in a pair of stolen boxers and a ripped jean shirt. I can hear the faint sound screams as children ride rickety roller costars. Words slip out of me like old glue. What if god is one of us? Well then, fuck. Looks like we are going nowhere quick. Standing still has its ups and downs. My heart is restless, my mind is cautious, and my body is tenuous.
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Practice Makes Perfect
I am late for work. There are crumbs in my bed. My overly excited expectations have left me melancholy. Practice makes perfect.
A professor of mine once said...
““If anything, I find that [Michael] Pollan’s critiques, especially, do not go far enough since they don’t effectively challenge inequality in the food system. Eating local, organic, seasonal food that you prepared yourself may be pleasurable but it is not universally so, nor is it tantamount to effecting social justice. Of course, Pollan is echoing what many in the alternative-food movement for...
To the person practicing the penny whistle outside my window- Learning an instrument is hard. I give you many accolades for sticking with it. Now, please go find a sound proof room or I will be forced to kill you. That is all.
We are the bullet in the middle of the belly of the beast.– Blue Scholars
Where has all this time gone? Down the drain of made up lives. Now old kittens scratch on forgotten carpet to disturb my sleep that was never coming in the first place. My love is transnational as poorly oiled trains screech on overly used tracks. She said not gay as in happy, queer as in fuck you. That’s alright, that’s okay, we’ve gone corporate anyway! Youth sit on slow...
Soft skin and cold floors. Messages made with fingertips. Sores ignored in favor of a distant potential. A hope of moments soaked in honey and lemon juice.
Zora the giant has a posse. 5 10 and 168 LB
I am 5’ 10 and as of this morning I weigh in at 168. I have been thinking a lot recently about how I view my body and the varying ‘health’ trends that seem to pop out at me from every possible corner. My conclusion? I am taking back the fat. Being fat is supposedly one of women’s biggest fears. To call a women fat will instantly bring her to her knees, she will be a...
Jackson Browne wrote this at 16.
My mom says that a prison is no place for survivors… It seems as though the...– You can write to Marissa Alexander at: Marissa Alexander DC# J46944 Lowell Annex 11120 NW Gainesville Rd Ocala, Fl 34482-1479 (via suzy-x)
One Year Anniversary
So today is my blogs one year anniversary. For the last few weeks I have finally been still. This time last year I was trembling, getting ready launch into alternative world of hot humid air. Now I sit and watch my friends tremble. I calmly hold down the fort, letting the sunshine mock my melancholy mood. I was just finding my words then. Just breaking down the walls that my rigid education...
FUCK I WROTE A THESIS WHAT THE FUCK. Honestly. This is over a years worth of work and heartbreak and depression and heat and cockroaches, and classes, and days where i never got out bed and days where i never went to bed, and Bukowski poems, and crying telephone calls, and moments of jubilation, and assholes, and epic adventures, and dirty dishes, and gross tupperware containers, and friends,...