Sunday, April 26, 2009

Week Ending April 25

Week 26

The ballad overshot by the airplane.

Every thing influences every other thing.

What else do you do in the miscellaneous time?

The big green desk with secret compartments (of my childhood)

A list of all my hanging folders tab designations.

A list of famous guitar solos.

My life a string.

Not thinking too deeply about what you're thinking deeply about.

When repetition is a surprise.

Woke up and there was an awful smell, like fire, or smoke, or mildew.

Maybe this practice is the wrong practice.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Week Ending April 18

Week 25

Carina at work Friday telling me we don't exist. Kathy doesn't exist, Carina doesn't exist, Carrie doesn't exist.

Listening for all the new sounds.

Dream of steps made of sand, in the water.

Because we are a subject matter.

I have so much to say and when the time comes I say nothing.

Lucy and Lucy and Lucy and Lucy

The books are kicking out the clothes.

Fucking up your marketing campaign on purpose.

Changed the sheets in middle of the night, after discovering I'd spilled ice cream all over them.

Stretching out the silences slightly longer.

Behind the carousel, or part of the carousel?

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Week Ending April 11

Week 24

Maybe jugglers.

because I woke with a headache which I still have

, especially if I am making porridge.

I'm writing sentences with exclamation marks because I am faking it.

So. Another telepathic event.

If she is what I think she is,

But I prefer the first meaning.

If you can concentrate in the SF library, you can concentrate anywhere.

Europeans say wee-fee instead of wigh-fie

I tend to think I'm full just because I get an endorphin rush.

Not thinking things through enough.

I IMAGINE WE ARE MYSTICAL CREATURES, WE ARE FAUNS, OR MERMAIDS.

it looked like the walls were crashing.

Wanted to do something useful with all that peace.

a current life reincarnation

a prayer for the 70,000

I feel like I'm going to the airport.

a day for breakthroughs

Voluntary severance

A somewhat 5-8 sentence long conversation that went nowhere.

Overheard: "That was some good water."

I've been shaking all day.

Remembering this song on headphones.

I think my squash is about ready.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Week ending April 4

Week 23

The word that means nothing.

All the things that should not be mentioned
stacking up.

Was that not science?

The door of the train wouldn't shut.

Sometimes they like it and sometimes they don't.

Two periods in one month is like a blue moon of a sort.

A justification to be different from everyone else.

Sitting on my hand and so the pages want to curl back and I can't write unless I unsit.

Finding instructions to write out the story of going in the haunted house at the rodeo and not being able to come out.

And I said to her why am I always looking in the mirror and squinting anyway?

Trying to do too much and so cutting out everything but one thing.