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he's on his way here
May. 21st, 2010 10:49 pm
taking the train from Seattle to Vancouver, April, 2010.
taking the train from Seattle to Vancouver, April, 2010.
I didn't care until i saw the trailer
Mar. 25th, 2009 06:01 pmWhere The Wild Things Are, screenplay by Spike Jonze and Dave freaking Eggers!!
the scent of your pretty black hair
Feb. 10th, 2007 03:22 amhaiku for ___:
he reminded me
of the twitchy tip of a
purring cat's tail
Paula came over yesterday and helped me begin sorting my things. Now everything's a precarious mess, there's paper piled on every surface, slippery memories tangled underfoot, stacked CD's of old music, and violently coloured stuffed cats curled up to calligraphy kits next to antique instruments and gold framed mirrors. To orate the list would make for a glorious message on an answering machine, much in the style of a baroque-gypsy version of the semi-infamous monologue from Trainspotting:
The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.
Now that Wayne and I have picked up boxes, things have been going quicker. It's beginning to make sense outside of my head. Already the detritus of my life is beginning to classify. Speculations correspond with a basic duality: Things I Appreciate / Things I Will Never Miss.
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he reminded me
of the twitchy tip of a
purring cat's tail
Paula came over yesterday and helped me begin sorting my things. Now everything's a precarious mess, there's paper piled on every surface, slippery memories tangled underfoot, stacked CD's of old music, and violently coloured stuffed cats curled up to calligraphy kits next to antique instruments and gold framed mirrors. To orate the list would make for a glorious message on an answering machine, much in the style of a baroque-gypsy version of the semi-infamous monologue from Trainspotting:
The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.
Now that Wayne and I have picked up boxes, things have been going quicker. It's beginning to make sense outside of my head. Already the detritus of my life is beginning to classify. Speculations correspond with a basic duality: Things I Appreciate / Things I Will Never Miss.
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