Wednesday, 17 November 2010, Boise Idaho (from leather journal)
"I think that job interview went really well," says Brittany, reclining beneath the bedclothes.
-Build a diary
-Dylan & Nancy
christmas
Aubergine
Brittany's house, roommates introducing themselves to love of life. To get good at writing quickly again.
Great.
What are you guys moving?
A couch.
and later...
Magenta sky turns lavender. Brittany tells love-of-life to look up... I want to give a love the same urge! Too bad to be loveless. So I send it to the first of whom I think: but remember, this doesn't appeal. And if it does not appeal to him, why does it appeal to me?
I try to say, it's worth it. If you feel appealed, and if you urge towards response.
But madly you do not. Madly feel nothing. With all the passion drive to feel nothing. If I would keep my mouth shut, my fingers from walking honestly, if I could keep myself from fishing. But with he I'm asking for something, for proof that I needn't be gone. It is so apparent, nothing to do for fighting it. Nothing to change. Yours & your way and nothing else. Forever and ever.
Oh, day. Coffee, and pot, and a bagel sand? And a cookiedough brownie?! Of which I can only eat two bites. And games of pool, a salty dog, and coffee with whisky & kahlua.
The money I have is for keeping. The nails I have are for scraping.
P I Z Z A ! Michael?
How should we make him pay?
Look at the sky,
? I think I missed it
You most definitely have. So much cheesy meaty grease congealing in a stomach. Who finds this interesting? Brittany doesn't feel good. Her boyfriend isn't calling. The pizza crust sits uneventfully on the plate.
Why hang out? because you can't say no? Even though it's the most obvious? I know how I'd feel if I felt this way. I'd like to say I can relate. I wonder if I should go buy more poison...
But my stomach is full and all that's left is a walk. To find something better suited for something else.
"I like Magma Chamber..."
Don't be Molly Molly Maudlin
Have you found a place to keep your face? In a large frame, hazel blue, narrow straight a point. A real blonde, but dark. Mellow monotonous moderately-pitched. The lean height. The oily aubergine curls. Dark eyes framed as always. Lips showing behind thick varicolored beard. The voice of an excited teenager.
Respond to me, because I'm dressed for 1996. Black little boots, navy tights, gray Paris dress, olive & gray plaid pendleton. The new mittens exchanged; thumb fitting perfectly and rest of hand free & open.
Exceptional things are happening to us now. The first seconds of freedom. And forgetting and forgiving.
There are many of us for friends.
A pledge
to never, ever live love in a sentence.
