Week 34

Week ending June 27

Drank 3 glasses of wine, and ate a cream puff.

Because happiness is not in me.

"Call me no longer Naomi"

I clapped 59 times.

Three hearts glued together so I tore the top two off.

There is nothing predictable.

What we could have done together, I did alone.

Johnson's Baby Shampoo smell.

It is hard to express my feelings.

dwi pada.

Should eat more nectarines.

Yuppie ranting: "I get up early in the morning to make my money, how about you?"
Homeless person ranting: "When you look into the mirror what do you see?"

Adagio becomes adagietto.

So I was waiting for the conversation to end.

My butterfly and Jack Spicer's butterfly duking it out.

All my despairs, my own fault.

If this were a lullaby.

I told God he was funny.

The bells are ringing.

Week 33

Week ending June 20

"Kind of like a coda"

I asked can you hear me and she said, what?

Well maybe the first thing is worse.

The type of woman who feels more confident by announcing her fears.

This is the first day all week I feel kind of rested.

Continuously grateful and out of focus.

Trying to leave the future behind.

I feel dizzy.

"The ritual is I get out my drumsticks."

repertoire hedging
eyelash shadows

"Remember what happened to Pygmalion."

Week 32

Week ending June 13

Everyone is swimming in the most inappropriate places.

Someone explain the presence of helicopters.

How the tambourine used to terrify me.

falling in the sand dune, naked, an earthquake

In this equivalency I would be much neater.

But I would have nowhere to sit.

Nothing seems clearer in the morning.

I'm always in a forest.

There is so much to do only
because I am not distinguishing.

The most intermediary space.

The secret, is a secret.

Everyone is talking about fireballs and there are books already.

I told her every story except the true one.

"Signlessness;the non-conceptualization of things"

Ideas are a placemat.

I don't like that problem.

Week 31

Week ending June 6

Dreamed I had an inability to take out the trash and trash was falling in from upstairs; half eaten soups under someone's chair, etc.

Someone told me the guy had cut off the fleshy parts of her toes, to torture her.

This is not the worst thing by far.

"The trees are dead."

The romanticization of swings.

This saha world, and sad that I've woken up.

"Everybody knows the house always wins."

Can't stop thinking about Maud Gonne.

There is a lot of this this week.

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I don't like it when you speak of phoneme sequencing.

Realizing it won't ever add up.

I've said more than I thought I had.