January 2012
1 post
Proof of Spirits
We teased kitten with a string until we were done. Then, as we got ready for bed, he sat alert once again. He turned his head up and around all about and back again— with intent; as though watching a fly float and dart and hover and land and dart sporadically about the room.
And so I asked kitten, “What do you see that I can’t?”
November 2011
1 post
Pieces
Once upon a time there was an entire person.
One day, this person split into thousands of different parts.
Some of these parts didn’t end up being of much use or relevance to the universe. For example, what was a toenail, or even a whole leg, to do without the thought and nerves part of a system?
Perhaps the nerves themselves had enough in them to blink and twitch sometimes. Probably not...
October 2011
4 posts
For the ghost in your head time passing takes ten-fold.
When it rains, do as the romans do.
When in Rome, it pours.
It hit me with the sudden force of an inner ear itch- the kind of desperately unscratchable sensation that would be enough to drive one to selfmutilating madness.
September 2011
1 post
yesterblurb haiku
Sometimes in the heat the air turns to liquid, like stained glass in motion.
August 2011
2 posts
If you could be any bug...
I’m a little obsessed with the idea of turning into an awkwardly large crane fly so I could fly into someone’s mouth while they’re having the best yawn of their life.
Been fantasizing about it a lot lately.
Makes watching sleepy people that much more amusing! ;)
Sometimes I need the sea
and sometimes I need the stars.
December 2010
4 posts
THIS WEEK DO'S THAT WEAK DON'TS.
MONDAY: Samsung Comeback drowns in a Puddle within the Geo Storm.
TUESDAY: Lauren + Boyfriend + Russians hijack Pub’s Lone Pool Table for the Evening’s Entirety. Lauren drowns in a Toilet of Alcohol.
WEDNESDAY: Kimchi Noodle Bowl + Eggs + Soy Sauce team up to perform CPR on Lauren. Success!
THURSDAY: Kimchi Noodle Bowl + Copious Amounts of Espresso give Lauren a Piggy Back Ride...
she gargles with compliments
we really like being close to you but we love being close with you
I find myself clinging to the idea of a devastatingly unmemorable fleeting thought which could indeed have been quite profound in nature. I would know for sure if only I could grasp it! Alas, it fluttered away as briskly and unexpectedly as the imagery created itself! Like a dream. And so it goes- electrical impulses jaunting...
And so they stood. Motionless, whispering their names to the universe. Awaiting the reply. An answer from the one who named them; the one who would tell them their name.
November 2010
7 posts
fizzbitch
My computer won’t load facebook. All I have is my blog. If only I had more than a status update’s worth of inspiration.
I’ve been drinking excessive amounts of RedBull.
Is sticking a memo that says “present” on a gift a suitable substitute for wrapping it?
This is how uninspired I am right now. This is how uninspired I am, write now!
In about five hours I will...
I like reading books that give me a small confidence that I could one day publish a book.
oh man.
My cheeks regain warmth with the shiwkey (although they remain seemingly the same appley shade) and my desire to write is overwhelming.
A muse, please? Amuse, please?
Shiwkey? I just had a giggle. Of the out loud sort, occifer!!
This first snow is the perfect amount of sticky. For snowballs. ETC.
BRB turning my laptop into a sled!!
Listening to Baths,
watching the flakes get bigger as the weather gets colder. Yeah… the progressing state of my dandruff is just so embarrassing.
Just kidding!
This Seattle winter’s first snowflakes are getting to excitingly large sizes now! Yeeeee! Big ol’ frozen moisture-clots! They’re even starting to attach themselves to the earth now! Power in numbers. This is a war of atmosphere...
I see make-up as more of a necklace than as, say, a bra.
October 2010
2 posts
Please tell me how to make an art.
The urge to write poetry whilst lounging in a hot tub could be interpreted as evidence that it has been a past time even since the age of womb-dwelling.
Yes, I’ll take a tall glass of steamed milk, please.
I’m so quick to judge anything labeled as poetry. Like oh, wow, that’s beautiful what you’ve done with the foam there it looks like a heart that’s so sentimental...
starwatching
isn’t it just bizarre that we’re all here
finding each other and whatnots
September 2010
4 posts
calm
The wrinkles in my brain are currently present only to allow this mass of grey matter to snuggle with itself.
August 2010
3 posts
neglect
I need to capture more moments with film and with prose before my memories go away.
The idea of blood clots and things have always given me a bit of anxiety.
I feel you.
July 2010
4 posts
waiting vs. listening
the difference between monologue and dialogue
Dreami Sashimi
I have this reoccurring dream about a train that goes through some woods to Japan. It’s not the same every time but it always takes place surrounding the same train.
This morning I wasn’t allowed on the train so I watched it go by for a long period of time, trying to figure out a way to sneak-hop onto it without getting caught. Eventually I gave up and went to the station’s...
“You know, when I was a kid growing up, we used to love playing outside, riding...”
– N*E*R*D
June 2010
7 posts
I feel like the song's title should have "lament"...
Just wrote a beautiful piano piece and I actually am feeling proud enough of it to call it beautiful.
I mean I think it is. But I am also emotional. But that is what music needs sometimes all the time right now.
I feel like I’m trying to scream my name to the universe but I’m more than a name.
we were driving side by side in the night cruising down an otherwise unpopulated lake city way with steadily increasing speeds, keeping up with each other and intermittently casting grinning glances towards one another as an acknowledgement of the giddy thrill we were experiencing
in the end the road forked and we went our separate ways
Empathy
I watched a movie a really long time ago about a girl who was very passionate about cooking and worked in a little restaurant. One day she goes to the street market and brings home a magical crab. After this when people eat her delicious hors d’oeuvres they become overwhelmed with the emotions she felt while she was making them.
I want my crab to find me.
May 2010
7 posts
They call me the Barrel.
This morning I rolled out of bed and then I rolled down the hill to work. Someone asked me to stir their beverage so I climbed into their coffee cup. Now I have crawled into bed and turned myself into a blanket-wrapped burrito.
Spaghetti Brain
I went to sleep last night with a feeling of hope: I was praying I wouldn’t vomit in the bed which my friend so sharingly shared with me. I woke up with a feeling of leftover inebriation accompanied by the rush of my ride trying to avoid being late for work and I left my bra there.
I am driven for the rest of the morning by an unexplained need for spaghetti. A dire craving. Unfortunately,...
In the slightest way.
Tonight I had a mini-epiphany about how creative has the word “create” in it and is thus perhaps defined, to me, in a way slightly more distant from “artistic” then previously realized.
On a somewhat unrelated topic (but maybe not) I will reveal something about myself to you (as this is all that I am capable of doing). I peed my pants quite a bit in pre-school; at least...
April 2010
16 posts
As I See It →
These are pretty sweet too. Gotta give it up for art in advertising.
[And/or everywhere.]
Mostly “and”.
The Bird and The Bee →