June 2012
28 posts
My friend B Serious
I HAVE A FRIEND, A PARTNER IN SUICIDE LEAPS/BEACH LIVES/DIRTY KICKS/THRASHING FUN/BLOODY KNEES KNUCKLES ELBOWS/BAD JUDGEMENT/GOOD SURVIVAL SKILLS. ANYWAYS, SHE ME AND TWO OTHER BABIES WENT TO GALIANO. THIS IS SERIOUS B’S WORDS, MISSUS BRETTE REID:
Everything looks like a painting. That’s how you know the mushrooms have finally been absorbed into your system. The feeling of a rock in...
May 2012
53 posts
i once met a man fixing his grandmothers magazine stand on a deck. his entire self was decoted to the decision that lay before him. he was sick with it, trying to do right. i immediately was attracted to him. what if he recovered, moved to miami and married an aging real-estate agent that he met tree-planting. would i still be in love with him?
Reality is an Invention of Imagination.
http://seaarebee.tumblr.com/post/23983865826/stood-... →
mom and dad were fighting. tension so thick you could cut it.
the cold war left an impression- our mixed family needs some counselling
seaarebee:
stood still in the apartment for how many weeks in a row, stacking beer cans and wiping down the mirrors, listening to drunk ships pass in the night and staving off the morning with a pitiful tucking of the curtains and a head jammed into the corner...
i feel kind of shitty, like a sick pit on my tummy. of course it makes me miss you even more. i really need a cuddle. please come and visit me? or can i come to you for a few days? i need some help getting my head on straight again
where am i, what place is this, what is the time, when i wake up at night i don’t know where i am.
bad dreams.
nomadic people learn to take their homes...
home was (is?) a place of order. a place where the order of things come together- the living and the dead- the spirits of ancestors and the present inhabitants, and the gathering up and stilling of the to and fro. leaving home can only happen because there is a home to leave. and the leaving is never just a geographical or spatial seperation; it is an emotional seperation, wanted or unwanted....
did the witch in your closet follow you to your new place. i have ghosts that follow me around the city. everywhere i go i’m haunted…maybe in a good way or maybe not, but this city is so familiar i can’t go anywhere without a memory. time is not fixed, and the past is not fixed in the way that linear time suggests. i/you/anyone can return. we can pick up what we dropped. we can...
the man with the ice in his beard took the photo’s in the set below. they cover a 6 month (or so) span, because buddy kept forgetting to take out the film and reload,so he triple shot everything. some are from him and i hiking to a peak just past squamish, some are of him in the antarctic, and the rest are in argentina or chile or bolivia. this man moves quickly and does a lot of things, and...
Working man’s day wage, just piss it away Leaves it out in the weather Failure, he said, times two breeds contempt Wash your hands of it forever Violence it ripped through the old dogwood fence See the hope, see it unravel Drunk brother said he could reason with them While they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied While they lied at night, they lied at night, while they lied...
*Hears noises at night*: Well this is it this is the end for me, I had a good life.
*Gets shampoo in my eyes*: I guess I’m blind now…how am I going to go on?
*Heart is beating fast*: I think I am having a heart attack; is this what cardiac arrest is?
*A cop walks by*: Here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone
*Taking a test*: Don’t take your eyes off of this...
words drown me and then call 911
when i met you i was reading a david sedaris novel. i likened you to the protagonist in the book; ocd, tragically self-isolated, and expressive. ultimately, neither you nor the character are any of those things. the truth of the matter is this: a new strain of introspection was planted by sedaris and you, scarringly painful and somehow tender. after you left, no...
