we can all take turns using the pressure washer, okay¿

today, don pedro the gardener was weed whacking and found a baby mouse
and gave it to me. i cannot decide who was more adorable - don pedro or the terrified mouse he found. don pedro is 55ish and looks rather
like a serial killer with his yellow apron and machete, but he smiles
bigger than texas. he only ever says `si.`and the man knows how to dig a proper hole.

serial killer.

dear catherine.

how are you? i crashed an ethiopian
birthday party after early thanksgiving around a ping pong table last
night. slept on some one's couch with a 'barbie' blanket and then
made friends with the neighbors before going for poutine this
afternoon.

beat THAT.


i have to work at 6am and i'm none too happy 'bout it. otherwise, my
one day weekend was exceptionally rad. because i made it
exceptionally rad. the only thing it's missing is haircuttings.
tomorrow. tomorrow....

rations versus rational and all the revolutionary accroutements such as hard tack

ishmael [3:26 PM]: if i was a flavour, i think i would be 'molasses'

because you can make rum from molasses

danger man [3:27 PM]: you are positing that someone boil you in a copper kettle?

ishmael [3:27 PM]: rum used to be one of those things that only poor people drank cuz none of the sugar refineries wanted the by product

i'm sure eventually someone will boil me down in a copper pot

i have THAT many enemies

danger man [3:29 PM]: that's why you need to start over in central america

ishmael [3:29 PM]: i read a funny woody allen story the other day

'viva vargas: excerpts from the diary of a revolutionary'

i keep strange books in my washroom so that when people use it they wonder ' who is the person who keeps this one so fastidiously clean?'

danger man [3:33 PM]: the things you say sound like innocent harmless quirks

like planning a pancake order in advance

or else the prologue to a killing spree

ishmael [3:34 PM]: let's settle in the middle and call it adult onset autism

danger man [3:35 PM]: let's

ishmael [3:35 PM]: i am for sure 'weird'

i don't know if i'd go so far as to shave a norfolk pine or anything

but i am mos def sorta quirky

danger man [3:49 PM]: indeed you are

ishmael [3:49 PM]: and single! tell all your quirky friends

danger man[3:50 PM]: I only have one lesbian friend

ishmael [3:54 PM]: who is this friend? me?

danger man [3:56 PM]: elementary watson

ishmael [3:57 PM]: Occam's razor?

danger man [3:57 PM]: I bet he didn't have any hair in the way

the bukowski of bridgeland and the dreams she makes come true

simple [9:31 AM]: good morning dear

ishmael [9:31 AM]: good morning

there's a new murakami book coming out

simple [9:33 AM]: that is wonderfully exciting

or at least I am excited

frantic with excitedness

in caslon bold

ishmael [9:39 AM]: i forwarded the email to your gmail account

simple [9:57 AM]: do you have facebook now?

ishmael [9:59 AM]: no, i will never have facebook

simple [9:59 AM]: i didn't think so

ishmael [9:59 AM]: not even when tempted by haruki murakami

simple [10:00 AM]: so he has posted his chapters on facebook

aaahhh

ishmael [2:39 PM]: let me know how they are

simple [2:57 PM]: the chapters? certainly lady.

' wanna free ticket to the sex show and a greasy appetizer?'

ishmael [3:37 PM]: rick is always painful to talk to

' you don't sound like you are in a good mood'

ish: my stomach hurts so i'm just moving slow today. not in a bad mood though

' oh: i KNOW when you're in a bad mood'

danger man [3:38 PM]: he needs an egg roll

ishmael [3:38 PM]: ish: ummmm, thanks?

and then he just kind of keeps talking

ishmael [4:00 PM]: what was the name of his roller skate shindig thinger again?

danger man [4:02 PM]: Rick's Rock and Egg Roll Emporium

ishmael [4:02 PM]: he should probably also sell floor coverings on the side

danger man [4:02 PM]: said with a distinctly 1960's racist chinese accent

ishmael [4:02 PM]: isn't he Filipino?

danger man [4:03 PM]: he said he'd wear a kimono and sell egg rolls

ishmael [4:03 PM]: that's rike, 8 diff't types of asian

danger man [4:03 PM]: it sounded like a japanese henchman from a 1950s cartoon

lock and egg lorr empolium

ishmael [4:04 PM]: who was the dude in james bond who threw his bowler???

danger man [4:04 PM]: odd job?

ishmael [4:04 PM]: YES!

i had an odd job action figure as a kid, with spring action for whipping his hat

danger man [4:04 PM]: I'm thinking more like a Bullwinkle level of racism

ishmael [4:05 PM]: aaaaaaaaaaaaaand i just discovered another thing to search for on netflix

' hey rocky! watch me pulla rabbit outta my hat!'

' not again!!!! that trick NEVER works!'

everbody knows that i'm a fool

it is the truth that hurts.

never a lie; never a want.

the anniversary of an unfounded distraction.

because i am a fool.

and everybody knows...

my desk

my desk, at 2 am
littered with mugs and business cards
derelict lighters that
have no business purporting to be of assistance when
you most need assistance
and another set of receipts
that neither step up
or stitch
the holes up


and when will

the dainty lilts match with my approximation
of being fooled and
hearing all of this accurately
or hearing it all.
cut the neck out, cut the sleeves
off
and make room for the breath
i so desperately

aspire to breathing.

and from the depths , and their compression
of idyllic
approximations of
scale and rhyme

understand that i
am a fool

and that is what we breathe when we speak
waiting for the
stops
step step and recoil

step step and stitch the holes
in between
these fabricated
workings of a whole lot of
runs to
uncertainty

when we work so hard
only to see
that she's always been the
work i need to carry
on and carry
regardless of a name
and

being a fool.
stitched and worn but
blameless in
my endless dancing



a time and a place
a rhyme and a memory of oh such
a beautiful
face


foolish as i may
purport to be



i'll always be a fool
always and forever
happily

keep the sculpture because the smell of las vegas motel rooms never felt so close to a former home

boom. for real...

there's a time for this

a battery of empty soldiers standing vigil
on the counter
counted and looking for a verification of sorts
one, two , whence we stop this dance
an unfortunate foxtrot

one, two, sidestep and reprise
once we decide to stop
dancing and decide to buckle down for the larger
purpose
of this semi serious
visitation
of former feelings and frightened admittances

and all you've ever wanted just dies
things ain't like they used to be and that's
just fine
a reprise is another way to let
the people you love
know that you've tried.

look around you, you're surrounded

boom. for real...

vajazzled! and you'd be glad you weren't on acid...

danger man [4:04 PM]: you are the only one I can ask about this

how do you feel about vajazzling?

ishmael [4:06 PM]: ok, this is new to me and i think you are about to teach me something

danger man [4:06 PM]: well then

you know what a bedazzler is

rhinestones on your jean jacket

this would be decorating and accessorizing with stick-on jewels or henna tattoo things or otherwise fancying up the lady parts

ishmael [4:08 PM]: i'd be okay with henna

the jewels would just scuff up my face

danger man [4:08 PM]: I heard about it a few months ago and it's come up in more mainstream recently

ishmael [4:08 PM]: that is bizarre

danger man [4:09 PM]: I want to find a link but I don't dare do it on my work computer

maybe look it up on your crackberry

ishmael [4:13 PM]: i think i'm good

danger man [4:14 PM]: you have an imagination

ishmael [4:14 PM]: the pretty lady agreed to let me draw on her, so maybe that's sort of the ishmael hipster version

danger man [4:16 PM]: i suppose so

fingerpaint

ishmael [4:17 PM]: oh that's an amazing idea!!!!

on a related but completely innocent note:' brothersport' by a band named animal collective

it's one of the happiest music videos i have ever ever seen

and the song is awwwwwwwwsuuuuuuum

danger man [4:19 PM]: I've never done drugs before

but this is about what I imagine

ishmael [4:21 PM]: its a flashback and a half

danger man [4:21 PM]: at least

if this is innocent and happy for you I will never again doubt your wildness and ability to shock

ishmael [4:27 PM]: ahahahahaha, never doubt my ability to shock heh?

danger man [4:27 PM]: nope

there are lots of things in the world I don't want to see or know

ishmael [4:28 PM]: i wanna see and know everything

danger man [4:28 PM]: wow I sure don't

I know I can't know everything

my time is limited and I can only fit so much in my life and my head

no point in freaking it out

ishmael [4:30 PM]: i was freaked out by 5 so i figure a little overload ain't gonna knock anything new loose

suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumday! you will get the best of me and! suuuuuuuuuuuuuumday! maybe when! i'm! old! and grey! i'll sing into your voicemail

ishmael [5:08 PM]: i left you a voicemail. it's important.

guns [5:47 PM]: !!!!!

I got all misty eyed

not gonna lie

made my day

ishmael [5:47 PM]: really???



guns [5:48 PM]: mmmmhhhmmmm. I would have laughed and cried simultaneously if there weren't ppl around

ishmael [5:48 PM]: i'm hollering away on the balcony and people are looking at me like i am crazy but i didn't care

guns [5:48 PM]: they are clearly jealous

ishmael [5:48 PM]: i was like ' you know what guns needs? some voicemail'

i was so happy you didn't pick up

hopefully i did the tune some justice

guns [5:50 PM]: you certainly did

I was like 'wtf- why is jerkface calling me?'

ishmael [5:50 PM]: AHAHAHA

guns [5:50 PM]: it was a great surprise

ishmael [5:50 PM]:

good

cept i messed up the second verse!

guns [5:52 PM]: I laughed at that

'fuck, I messed it up'

it was still amazing

ishmael [5:53 PM]: couer

sunshine!

genius, in the form of pants.

boom. for real...

quoting from a smog album, but you've never heard it anyway....

ishmael [9:56 PM]: praise whatcho gotta praise to - jah love. rasta manana'

you know who bob marley is right?

danger man [9:58 PM]: yes

old reggae guy

ishmael [9:58 PM]: you ever heard ' no woman no cry?'

' i remember, when we used to sing....in the gov't yard in trenchtown!'

danger man [9:58 PM]: the phrase doesn't jump out at me

ishmael [9:59 PM]: i was trying to explain to what a certain song was the other day... but at least he could hear me sing it

he didn't know the song i was referring to either, but he was pretty pleased that someone sang to him

i guess that doesn't happen a lot to people?

danger man [10:00 PM]: singing in the park

aww so sweet

ishmael [10:00 PM]: i sing out loud all the time

danger man [10:00 PM]: almost like a normal couple

ishmael [10:00 PM]: yeah the more you find out about him yer gonna realize he's not normal at all

danger man [10:00 PM]: well, #1 he's "dating" you

ishmael [10:01 PM]: no, 'seeing'

danger man [10:01 PM]: getting a good look at

ishmael [10:01 PM]: acceptable

proceed

danger man [10:02 PM]: that's it

nothing more needed

ishmael [10:02 PM]: that is what 'normal' is constituted of?

danger man [10:02 PM]: if he's 'seeing' you, he's gotta be at least mostly weird

no, I was just thinking of you walking in the park together like the old couple I saw on the path at confederation park yesterday

but you are just the impression of a normal couple

you have a crazy wacky cream filling

ishmael [10:04 PM]: that's the nicest thing i've heard all day. thank you danger man.

danger man [10:04 PM]: and a punky camndy coating

and we'll even leave the misspelling in there

ishmael [10:04 PM]: yeah, my new haircut is mos def new york circa 1979

danger man [10:04 PM]: makes it even better

also, bicycles of questionable origin?

boom. for real...

dexterity falls

ishmael [9:27 PM]: hey, remember the time it took me 7 minutes to put on my underwear?

spyder [ 9:28 PM]: yup.

relax, it's only a city state of mind...

boom. for real...

intelligent as a second language

brohammed [11:36 AM]: Hello

ishmael [11:36 AM]: welcome back

how was the trip

brohammed [11:36 AM]: it was eventful

find me a word of the day for eventful

ishmael [11:37 AM]: because your internet doesn't include a thesaurus?

brohammed [11:38 AM]: LOL

lazy

plus you are my Thesaurus

brohammed [11:42 AM]: are you able to go FB?

...

brohammed [12:52 PM]: read my status here and scream arrrrgggggggggg

ishmael [1:20 PM]: pardon me?

brohammed [1:21 PM]: Lol was the word. Of the day

ishmael [1:21 PM]: lol is an acronym

brohammed [1:21 PM]: LOL

ishmael [1:21 PM]: r.i.p: english language

brohammed [1:23 PM]: am I that bad? Ha ha

ishmael [1:23 PM]: okay, now i am officially confused. you made your FB status an acronym after asking me for a word of the day?

brohammed [1:24 PM]: Hahaha nm

brohammed [1:24 PM]: Nm is an acronym

Np

Np is an acronym

ishmael [3:35 PM]: maybe 'acronym' should have been word of the day...

buy art. It's good for the both of us

canadian heritage moment of clarity

ishmael [1:51 PM]: woot WOOT!

guns [2:03 PM]: Woot?

ishmael [2:03 PM]: yeah man, it's a glorious day

ishmael [3:57 PM]: minus the stroke i am convinced i am experiencing currently

guns [3:59 PM]: smelling burnt toast?

wait, thats a seizure. Never mind

stroke eh?

ishmael [4:04 PM]: i dont use that side of my face anyways

guns [4:06 PM]: jesus

YOU NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR

anyways

I hope you feel better soon

sounds insane on paper

tonite

i'm sleeping with my watch on.

happy 325

neophyte sentimentalists have us
up in bearing arms to protect
the interests i have no interest in sharing
still.


i'm not getting off this couch
til i've had my fill of the words you missed
while taking the time to think
slowly.


a shot.
another one. and so on...



but those are just words. much like the time.

shot.
again.
and so on...

either way.

this months virtue.

remembering dance hall awkwardness to
keep pace with these four walls all day sunday.
3/4 time in time to run down my best intentions of commitment.
even though i am not sure what that means, so i go
to the fridge and pour a glass
of milk to accompany my cigarette.
the only clock that is supposed to be keeping me
punctuated is an hour slow.
which is ironic. bach plays in
the background and i lament not having any plants.
i am struck by the confusing beauty
of the sarabande. i finish my cigarette and
walk back in time to the bedroom with its circus tent subliminal musings
and put on a shirt because its fucking
cold in here
now that i've stopped out pacing myself
i can focus on this months virtue
and commit to the idea of being around longer than the last note
lingers so i can retrace my steps
and realize my best intentions were running in circles
where there should have been a waltz.

it's not worth the effort so just give it up

five pence for a trip down the road to everlasting life

when i was a child, my mums two youngest brothers lived with us in
our basement in bowness. kerry, who was immediately younger than my
mum and brent, the baby of the nine kids. i loved both of them
indefinitely as they would play with my brother and i building forts
in the basement and hockey in the street out front of our house by the
school. i vividly recall one photo from an early album with the three of us in a turtle shaped kiddie pool in the back yard: their legs stretched out and over in a criss cross in the pool and me snuggled in between them laughing wildly as they
grinned at the camera. we were only wearing swimming trunks,
my pale pink abdomen soaking up as much sun light as their lightly
blonde tufted chests. i wanted to be like them, and they loved being
my mentors.


kerry met a girl, joanna, who had come travelling from england. and
as such enamourments go, they were soon engaged and set to be married.
kerry wanted me to be his flower girl at the wedding, so my mum and i
went to england for six weeks when i was the same age for my first
international journey to the united kingdom. i remember the flurry of
arriving at gatwick and then being ushered into one of the famous
black cabs and soon we were off at a break neck pace down country
roads to the south of england where jo's family lived, my tiny head
barely coming to the bottom of the window and only being able to see
tall grasses whip past as the rain drizzled grey and soft on the
windows of the cab.

when we arrived in corfe mullen, the world was entirely different from
what i recognized back home: a quaint little town with houses above
shoppes on cramped streets and verdant fields of wild horses grazing
in the near by elm forests. we stayed with a family called the
footes. they lived beside a bake shoppe had 5 children. every
morning my mum would get me up and take me to get a sugar dusted jam
filled donut, and this was my breakfast with tea and milk. the footes
were lovely people, and all of their children were also lovely.
richard, their father, was a tall rakish man who always had a smirk
and a witticism to convey. one evening whilst watching some japanese
cartoon in the living room, he sat in his arm chair joking with my mum
and his wife as rory and michaela and i sat about enrapt by the
television. at some point, he motioned to me and made a joke, which i
must have taken exception to because for some reason i rolled over to
where he sat and promptly proceeded to chomp down on his big toe. i
remember the taste of his foot on his sock and he howled in pain as
my mother launched across the living room and promptly whisked me
upstairs, sans dinner, as a punishment.


the next morning, i awoke to a flash and then a feeling of a very thick
head. as i opened my eyes, i noticed the cot i was sleeping on had
tipped itself downward as i was too far up on it, and i had been
effectively sleeping upside down like a bat. there was my mother
immediately above me, laughing hysterically with a camera in her hand.
clearly, the foote foot incident has been forgotten and we went to
the bake shoppe for my daily doughnut.


just because we were on a vacation of sorts didn't mean we got out of
going to church, so that night we all trundled off to the local
kingdom hall and the services commenced. the first portion of the
service is dedicated to teaching other parishioners how to be good
bible teachers, and there are several small assignments regarding
biblical topics given to members of the congregation and the next
week you are required to get up on stage and give a short presentation
of the material.

one young fellow, he mustn't have been more than 15, was given an
assignment and when he got up on stage he commenced:

' i know the material was sposed to be on the apostle paul but i
thought i'd give a talk on something i thought more prudent: jack
rabbits.'


and then he gave an entire 5 minute presentation on jack rabbits. no
one interjected. they just let him go. after he finished, the
speaker for the evening came back on stage and said ' that was lovely,
john. but unfortunately the assignment was on the apostle paul, so
you'll have to do it again next week.

i wasn't present the next week, as we'd already returned to canada but
i cant help but wonder still if he gave his assigned material a go or
if he came up with another woodland creature more interesting to him
than the new testament.

the steam that drives his engine and all the yellow walls attest to a lack of interest in driving anywhere

week of the dog

we're the last of a dying need. we tried. but it's no help.
alright. we'll try. please pull back

your need to traumatize

me.

and we'll all be alright
unwired

with hallowed praise for
effort more weighty

than all our
drunken souls scattered like lines on
the sunday

they knew was coming.

on my days off, I like to pretend that I'm in los angeles

standing on the edge.

i saw the sky in an overly obstructive high rise and it resembled the southern hemisphere and i thought of warmer climes with cloudy skies; a place with sailors and a lack of ice. half of the time i'm gone. and i don't care where.

like a shepard hiding from the sheep. a shroud. we don't know how and we don't care

why

because. we're


unruly. unwanted.



the larger truth.


we'll call it even before half of our time is gone and we don't know where and we don't know where.

before i'm gone and

we'll come
undone

in this place

then we'll know we
are there
i am most definitely
going to
ruin your life



just like the sun kills the moon
every morning
every fight

it never ends


buried in sunshine and choking on happiness

point of blurry reference meets 'e.t.f.'

"I get drunk, hurt myself and I'm gay. Love ya dad! "

ishmael [3:30 PM]: so i'm coming out to my family this week

killer [3:31 PM]: huhu????

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

They dun know?

ishmael [3:32 PM]: they have always had suspicions but i've never said ' ok, here's the score'

so i reckoned i'd do it while single so i didn't have to traumatize my sig o.

killer [3:34 PM]: Nice! Well good luck... I'm sure they'll love you for who you are and not have any problems.

But then again I don't know your family so I hope that's how it goes... you nervous?

ishmael [3:35 PM]: i'm essentially shunned anyway, we don't talk often

being gay MIGHT be worse than being an atheist

killer [3:37 PM]: I doubt it

I'd say you have nothing to lose by telling them if your shunned already

It might make for an awkward conversation.

ishmael [3:38 PM]: yeah i'm clearly doing it at my favorite bar where my 6'7 friend is a cook so if it goes south i've got back up

and i'm only inviting my dad

cuz my mum is gonna lose her emotional shit and cry and cry and well: he can tell her

i've always been closer with him anyway

it sounds harsh, but i am not trying to stir shit up , i just need them to know

killer [3:47 PM]: Ya it's prob sensitive as is, don't need to get em both worked up.

ishmael [3:47 PM]: heavens no

killer [3:47 PM]: But I admire your courage and am sure you'll be fine!

If not

Your already at the bar

And can get loser drunk

ishmael [3:47 PM]: i surely do

hence the black eyes

i actually emailed him a pic of my shiner and was like ' we need to go drinking i have something to tell you '

killer [3:49 PM]: nice 1

I get drunk, hurt myself and I'm gay. Love ya dad!

ishmael [3:49 PM]: i was like ' check out what yer jackass of a dottr obtained while attempting to eat cereal'

ahahaha, ETF!

killer [3:50 PM]: I don't know what ETF means

ishmael [3:50 PM]: exactly the fuck

killer [3:50 PM]: Exchange-traded fund
Is what google said

ishmael [3:50 PM]: i got tired of asking questions with ' wtf' so i decided to be large and in charge and voila: etf

ishmael [3:50 PM]: ahahaha, you googled my coin phrase, i love it

killer [3:50 PM]: Who says you can't make up your own acronyms!

ishmael [3:51 PM]: etf

killer [3:51 PM]: I should went to urban dictionary

Bet it's there

ETF 6 thumbs down
extra terestrial freak- a name you call someone/your friend when their being so freak-ish its out of this world
girl- today this girl in my 8th period came in and was dancing while wearing a unitard!
other girl- woah what a ETF!!!!!!

girl- my sister took my camera and was taking pictures of fat people at the beach. shes such an ETF

ishmael [3:58 PM]: ppfft, mines way better

killer [3:58 PM]: Ya I agree

That one was quite lame

You should enter it in the urban dictionary

ishmael [3:58 PM]: i would but then every fuck tard who can type would gank it and it wouldnt be nearly as cool

i'm blogging this convo - what do you want yer pseudonymn to be

danger man is taken, by the by

killer [4:02 PM]: Ummmmmmmmm

Killer

lol

ishmael [4:02 PM]: killer

boom. for real.

fair trade.

beyond my sleep

above my head


all this picture of a perfect eve
flushed cheeks and the other colours
of my skin
wild flowers within this space
above my head and
other places where you
come away

taken with me

between the sojourn and the
flowers on your skin
the colours in place where
you can believe in me

being taken

you'll come away
like the colour competing
for my skin
baby believe in me

nothing left to burn

the birdfeeder.

when walking to the bakery
the school down the street tells me i'm virtuous by virtue
of a sign on the stoop

it's a monthly thing. help me
keep time by keeping
me aware of my impacts and ulterior ways of crossing
the street
and or my neighbor.

this month being shorter than most, my gentleness must only
stretch 28 ways from tuesday
and then
rolls over into a double heading
of self service after spending

the dusk observing my soul being saved.


the little birds, all accounted.
all knowing
trusted in ways they'd like to be trusted and revelling in

this fortitude

of having something to strive for
in which they've already striven.

hand in hand in hand with being tenderly
forgetting hard consonants and reasons
for striving
for what

we've attained.

the greatest thing we already have

ready to weep and ready to rejoice. to throw up hands and sing

praise

for all the small things that need praise
and shepardly advice within the confines
of it only being suggested

this is how we keep time when we walk
ending with sweetness and
all the small things have their fill
which isn't much to ask when



you are small
and in need of a virtue to feed on

assemble the stillness before it fades like the sun does

water.

three new molecules to waste time on.


damn.

all this.


all of this.

little waters and when i am back on top again...



this will be our truth


that is our truth

thrashed and just the way
it was always meant to be.


all ways
and back on top
once and again

don't come back to stockholm

my own personal new york

this is the city.
today i took the same bus twice and wondered if the driver recognized me or just my transfer. probably neither, it's a big place, after all.

so we all shine on



today in line for whatever we needed to queue for because
this is the city
our patience was appreciated.
which is nice since this is the reason we all
had to queue to
begin with


after all
and all after this happens we are still treated kindly
novel like a struck match
when we glow oh we glow



you can count on me for percussion
things to hit and crash
the misplaced rhythm i feel when i walk down
this you can count on
this


and the after glow

too late for beginnings
because it's gone in that moment


you cant count on me to count down the rhythm
alive


just like the city.

rewarded

(no subject) really translates into 'tell me a story'. happily...

there was an old man that lived on the same street as my other and i and
you'd see him often with his cat. he had a stroller for it with it's
leash hitched on the side, so sometimes they'd be walking side by side
and sometimes the cat ( i liked to pretend his name was rufus) would
just be chillin' in the pram as the old man ( whom i liked to pretend
was named leonard) would gently push him down the side walk. then
there was a large stretch of time when i saw neither of them, and i
spent a lot of time outside smoking on the front stoop so i was
apprised of neighborhood happenings. one day, i was sitting at my
desk working in my office when my other burst into the room and excitedly
said ' COME CHECK THIS OUT!' and then with out regard for what i was
doing at the time grabbed me by the wrist and hauled me to the stoop.

and there were leonard and rufus, leonard pushing and rufus coasting
sleepily, down the side walk. i had never been happier to see someone
i didnt even know. i looked up at my other, who was beaming heavily
under his beard and realized i was lucky to have someone who loved me
and my stupid little quirks like caring about the neighbor and his
cat.

i miss living on that avenue.

it's got feelings.

a letter to an otherwise anonymous muse who's got me all sort of ' i dont know'.

"sometimes i get believin' i'm moving past this feeling, and into the night..."


i don't think it's too much to ask to hold yer hand and show you some
beauty . i'm inspired to move past my feelings. i essentially eschew
every literary rule but i adhere to one: avoid upper casing anything
unless you mean it.

and i mean really mean it.

also, fullstops are optional, but you inferred that i am sure