loop

i feel like i should say something to you but i don't know what it is.

sometimes i go for a while without seeing any pictures.

sometimes i wish i could sing.

hope

i'm glad we went to bed happy last night
a day of rest
sun shining
warm air
pretty orange carpet of leaves
birds singing
the tired that comes when you reach the top of the hill
now it is bubbles and songs and sleep and dreams
and the hope that tomorrow
we wake up happy again

firestarter

this morning two crazy fat ladies charged this other lady for a seat on the empty subway. i was glad it wasn't me...shit like that on no sleep can really ruin your day.

then, a gift or two.

now the world is a different place. now we can smile. now i am ready to try again.

who knows, maybe one day i will even wake up to find a unicorn at the foot of my bed.

i hate waiting, but tonight i didn't mind. maybe for the next while, i won't mind.

maybe tonight we can change our minds.

paint it black, indeed.

fountain

remember billy ocean?
"get out of my dreams, and into my car"?
well, i made up a new version...
get out of my head, and into my bed -
except, see, not really,
i'm trying to work.
so, perhaps you could go away
just for a little while...
i'd appreciate it.
okay, thanks.
bye.

p.s. internet poll - who thinks it would have been superfun to have marcel duchamp as a friend?

as soon as i'm done

snacks at three
no sleep for me

cheesy poetry...

you and you and
you and he

no edits

you
me

back in time

lots of that going around these days.

learning to fly

caution
wind
"I have to get better at this."
she showed me again
my path is to see