Last night was really damn perfect. It was a night that, when I took my tweezers and carefully take it apart, bit by bit, I cannot find anything wrong with it. Everything happened for a very precise reason. Even the parts that seemed somehow wrong -- the course of fortunate events which followed were all contingent upon them.
Particular images/moments:
A diagram of a sentence, broken down into different subsections of people, tectures, subtexts.
The moment of brushing fingers a moment too long, intentionally.
I am kinky soft.
Dancing like a doll with unusual articulations.
Party being shut down at 2 a.m. and the six hours that followed.
Going into the art building at 9 a.m.
Petting a dog with one blue eye, one brown, howling pitifully.
Wanting -- wanting -- doing nothing.
Memories of one afternoon on Venice Beach, being stopped by these three men sitting on their porch. I pretended that I couldn't speak, and they spent an hour trying to get me to say a single word, proposing marriage and falling in love over and over again. I think I still have the poem at the bottom of my purse. Something about last night...
White. Fishnet. Elbow length gloves.
(the act of) Smoking cigarettes makes people appear exactly when I want them to.
Not being at Apocalypse up in Seattle, apparently one of the crappiest parties in North America last night. Boo yah!
K trying to speak to her best friend on the phone.
Firedancing at sunrise.
At this time last year, a friend of mine was living in the apartment that is currently in my possession. At this time, I stayed with her as her houseguest. Strange.
Remembering when to look directly into someone's eyes and when to look away.
When they announce 'Happy New Year' twice, it doesn't really matter which one is real.
Knowing where I can find 'anything under the sun'. And knowing where to find everything else.
I wish I could explain exactly what happened, formulae, mg/mcgs and all. But instead I'll just say that this was, by far, the best New Year's Eve/day I have ever had.
...
So that was my New Year's. How was yours?
Particular images/moments:
A diagram of a sentence, broken down into different subsections of people, tectures, subtexts.
The moment of brushing fingers a moment too long, intentionally.
I am kinky soft.
Dancing like a doll with unusual articulations.
Party being shut down at 2 a.m. and the six hours that followed.
Going into the art building at 9 a.m.
Petting a dog with one blue eye, one brown, howling pitifully.
Wanting -- wanting -- doing nothing.
Memories of one afternoon on Venice Beach, being stopped by these three men sitting on their porch. I pretended that I couldn't speak, and they spent an hour trying to get me to say a single word, proposing marriage and falling in love over and over again. I think I still have the poem at the bottom of my purse. Something about last night...
White. Fishnet. Elbow length gloves.
(the act of) Smoking cigarettes makes people appear exactly when I want them to.
Not being at Apocalypse up in Seattle, apparently one of the crappiest parties in North America last night. Boo yah!
K trying to speak to her best friend on the phone.
Firedancing at sunrise.
At this time last year, a friend of mine was living in the apartment that is currently in my possession. At this time, I stayed with her as her houseguest. Strange.
Remembering when to look directly into someone's eyes and when to look away.
When they announce 'Happy New Year' twice, it doesn't really matter which one is real.
Knowing where I can find 'anything under the sun'. And knowing where to find everything else.
I wish I could explain exactly what happened, formulae, mg/mcgs and all. But instead I'll just say that this was, by far, the best New Year's Eve/day I have ever had.
...
So that was my New Year's. How was yours?
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my new years was arse. and also the cause of the break up.