January 2012
27 posts
laura stacey anna tracy
on my way to work today. woke up early, didnt want to get out of his warm but gotta go to work gotta go to work gotta hava job straight to 7-11 for coffee. thinking about the bit of david lynch’s inland empire that we managed to get through before getting distracted. laura dern was pretty fucking amazing.
get to work, get an email from stacey. that girl is brilliant. my fav bit about her is...
i am a sweating marble saint
and that man down the hall, at night the harmonica plays, the whistler joins in respect.
elimination dance
i did it accidently. i just didn’t refill. so normal of me,really. for no reason at all, none that i can think of, i thought that i’d stick it. this one. i’m at half now, i’ll stay half for a while if i can.
maybe go find that doctor that i was too scared to find before. not much to be scared of anymore. i’m dancing the elimination dance now. ondaatje, the...
Rat Jelly
see the rat in the jelly
streaming dirty hair
frozen, bring it out on a glass tray
split the pie four ways and eat
i took great care cooking this treat for you
and tho it looks good
and tho it smells of the Westinghouse still
and tastes of exotic fish or
maybe the expensive bum of a cow
i want you to know it’s a rat
streaming dirty hair and still alive
(caught him last sunday...
the time around scars
a girl whom i’ve not spoken to
or shared coffee with for several years
writes of an old scar.
i gave it to her, brandishing a new knife
look, i said turning,
and blood spat onto her shirt/ we remember the time around scars, they freeze irrelevant emotions and divide us from present friends.I would meet you now and wish this scar had been given with all the love that never occurred...
he turned and rummaged among the hides and handed through the flames a small dark thing. the kid turned it in his hand. some man’s heart, dried and blackened. he passed it back and the old man cradled it in his palm as if he’d weigh it.
cormac mccarthy blood meridian
matey’s in some yellowy loviny lighty. it’s bleak as fuck outside but can still party the sorrow away under sepia bulbs, pretend it gives a bost of vitamin D and not simply greeny skin, shadowy eyes, and toasty photots.
HAIR CUTS FER HAIR SLUTS
Why I Run
I can’t stop. I know I can’t. Even now, writing this, right here, right now, I’ll probably break off for a quick one. My name is (ANTONIA MAJA WILSON) and I’m a running addict.
People who hear about my running habit assume I’m training for a marathon or that I’m a club runner with a chest full of medals. If only. Truth is, I’m rubbish. I can...
movin fast, too fast for flashes.
moving bones, bummerhighdrops, soundtrack to my friends, sneakytrick smooches
and this upcoming- galiano with friends, painted/sand/stoned/treeforts
and then maybe south for a bit, my great south
