despite the fact i don’t have internet/time
i wanna write something on here everyday
even if it’s a list
or something like this
it’s a meeting quota kind of thing
making good on promises
that’s why i habitually avoid commitment.
don’t want to have to go back on my word
want the freedom to change my mind w/o feeling shitty about it
or like i’ve wronged someone
hangers
bath mat
detergent (laundry)
sewing stuff
paper supplies
tooth paste
dryer sheets
dvds
bulletin boards
floss
recipe book? where are you?
i had something really good
like tip of the tongue freestyle good.
driving up the 110 in my old ass benz almost feeling cocky screeching on the breaks behind the audi in the fast lane
rolling.
no music but the sound of my offbeat voice screaming out gnarls barkley lyrics
get it, girl
i moved in today.
what a fuckin feeling
AND what a support base
i mean, my sister helped me move all her old shit into my new place
and my parents financed all that shit.
what?
yup.
how lovely it is.
but really. on the way up here i had something good.
Oooooooh, girl.
What would mama say?
I bet it’s in her too, but somewhere folded away.
New generations embrace the taboos of earlier ones
doing things just to undo what’s already been done and undone
Appearances taken at face value, the structure beneath loses its core
searching for answers to questions we wouldn’t vocally ask
on social stalking networks though they only show you the slick outsides of other pitted olives
but we love that shit. buy it in jars at whole foods.
The frank, real, mouth-to-ear keeps truth from collapsing into itself,
the intimacy too thick to be impressed upon
But conversations are cut short through sms msn m&ms h+m.
Chopped up and mixed in with the other innumerable morsels of information per day
outside of the pixels
the digital
the impersonal
the hyperanalytical, uberhypocritical
there is so much more!
shooooo, i wanted to scratch the default “hello world” blog the wordpress folks give you and write my own.
HELLO! it’s a lil blank and lonely here in the blogosphere.
stream of consciousness is very strange on a computer. you stop and delete things when you miss keys. definitely not the same flow of fucked up handwriting and missed letters, and words that run together. i’ll tty not to fix mistakes ar i tipe them shit. this is hard. my ring finder keeps popping up to that delete vutton. shit, i really can’t type. in my defense, i’ve had way too much hcoffee this morning and bmy body’s all jitteery. shirt, i REALLY can’t rtype. jaloioigorgorgoargaorigndsslfds what do you do witha drunked sailor earl-lie in the mornin? feed him coffee and walk on her back. my nexk is killin. too much wrestling. too much sleeping like a stiff lil monkey. mmm bananas. did you know that there’s a profiledesign setting called banana shake or some shit tlike that? stranger than fiction. how do mpeople come up twith these things? do monkeys peel bananas? monkies? doubtr it. they prolly cut em up real nice, skin and all w/ some elegant platimnum plated silversware.
well, hello world. here i am. and now i’m deleting my mistakes.
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