Week ending September 19
A voice says don't write that!
Pluto's gone straight.
They are doing so through disempowerment.
They will say you are talking too fast.
The consciousness it takes to know what would hurt someone else.
Ate tofu mixed with meat and vegetables.
in the cold Sunset rain, nostalgia for
The window is almost completely shut.
Wide awake at midnight.
Why would you get out of rehab and go to a wedding?
Two matches; Or, things I'm going to burn.
The reason for something is much less interesting than the fact of said something's existence, which tells you everything you need to know.
Maybe the heat will pop it.
I'll never have to go to Walgreens again.
So he created himself in me.
Weight 124, heartbeat 79, blood pressure 100/66, temperature 98.1.
Wish I had an orange.
I woke up at 5:45 AM & I felt like they were watching me & I should just leave.
My suitcase was as light as a feather.
List of Almost Faintings.
Wiener's The Windows
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About Diary of a 36th Year
I started writing in a paper journal right after my 36th birthday in October, 2008; it has become a collage of scrapbooking, diary writing, a lady's common place book, printed out web articles and blog entries, photos and pictures, poems, dreams, emails, lists, receipts, found items... What is excerpted here is the less embarrassing, and more textual fragments thereof.
Never, never forgetting Anais Nin, with an eye toward Joanne Kyger's journals & journal poems, and remembering Virginia Woolf's insistence that everything must be documented, the diary blog is a palimpsest of new narrative, old narrative, and post modern collage styles.
Updated every Sunday.
Never, never forgetting Anais Nin, with an eye toward Joanne Kyger's journals & journal poems, and remembering Virginia Woolf's insistence that everything must be documented, the diary blog is a palimpsest of new narrative, old narrative, and post modern collage styles.
Updated every Sunday.
