sjtwelve

Meanwhile, across town,
Ida is taking tango lessons
with Maurice Chagall.

He has a big black shiny
pompadour on his head
and tiny
shiny
pointy shoes
on his feet.

dreams of nurses in old fashioned uniforms

A RECEIPT FOR SALAD

To make this condiment your poet begs
The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs;
Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen sieve,
Smoothness and softness to the salad give;
Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl,
And, half suspected, animate the whole;
Of mordent mustard add a single spoon,
But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault
To add a...
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mosquito mother fucker. i'll kick your ass.

i say thank you with booming conviction
like it is an order

i am goodgirlbadgirl
master of office politics
and lover of monkeys

drawing on my fine command of language.......


i said nothing.

I've been on a memoir kick since the beach house. I read The Blood Runs Like a River Through My Dreams by Nasdijj and then had to go get his next one, The Boy and The Dog Are Sleeping. He also inspired me to learn more about the history of the Navajo, which could make sense since I live in the southwest I guess. One...
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Morning theft
Unpretender left
Ungraceful

i extremely suck at extreme bowling.
i fell down on the lane and smashed my thumb.
french toast and eggs are good at 2 am.
and coffee with milk.
i love my dogs.

offices are very dangerous cages indeed

i don't do real journal entries, mostly because i think it's weird. but today was a good day.

spent the day in tulsa

got up at 4 am (hit snooze two times)
airport at 6, on the plane at 7.

my coffee was too hot. my boss talks too much. the tulsa airport smells like mildew. we had some lunch at a little deli and...
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