outside the world

outside the world is filled with plums. red plums and purple plums. pears and pecans and apple pies.rotting green walnuts. bonfires.dead volkswagons. pankakes. childrens stories. happy cooking. old computers. a happy dog. silence. plywood floors. hanging garlic. i like it here.

tired again,

i speak in stumbling words of pathetic wistfull poetry, being inspired by friends artisticness, my bleary tiredness, reading a novel written entirely in poems, and the best song evr sing through my head.
i love touch.
i love warm.
i love holding.
i love thoughts.
i love words.
i love the half whispering
really low
blissfully tired
voice that
tells me im loved.
i love striped underwear.
i love songs.
i love hands.
i love jeans
i love searching
through pockets
on guy pants,
to see
what i left there
the last time I wore them.
i love faces
i love expressions
i love to know what someone is thinking before they speak.
i love strawberries.
I love handstands.
i love lists.
I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you

Everytime I fell you on yeah everytime I fell

I tried to do handstands for you

But everytime I fell for you

I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for

you

I grabbed some frozen strawberries so I could ice your bruisy knees
But frozen things they all unfreeze and now I taste like
All those frozen strawberries I used to chill your bruisy knees,
Hot July ain't good to me
I'm pink and black and blue

I got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue

sleep and soup

Sleep is a very controversial part of my life. i love to sleep. It feels so nice just to be comfortable and warm, and not feel guilty to let your mind wander. I also hate sleep, when I sleep to much and miss my life. Ive noticed that I actually sleep better when theres another person in the room. I guess it just makes me feel zen. I'm really tired, as it may be aparent. but yeah, sleeping is nice. some the most exciting points in my life were when i was asleep. i went to russia and disguised my friend as a princess, and then highjacked a fishing boat, and then escaped into the sunset. it was fun. but yeah. to the subject of soup.
Since this is just my musings, I dont feel bad about suddenly changing the subject. soup is life. i love soup with the fibers of my being. soup is my soul. im tryng to love something right now, and it is soup. i think i should go to sleep now, but i really want to write something awesome about soup in the near future.

something to say......

saw Sweeney Todd yesterday. I'm not quite sure how to spell that. it was awesome tho. i wish i had seen it in the theaters. I'm gonna have to see it again though, cause I happened to miss a couple parts. this is kind of a boring post, but I'm trying to stay consistent with my blog and I've been failing. so i last wrote in august I think. well then since then not a lot has happened, save for going to Laura's house with Yarra and spray painting our jeans in neon colors, wich was really fun. also, Stasi came home from michagain, I bought converse, went back to school, and got super sexy thigh high socks. but its been too hot to wear them. I had a good day today. I have a really weird combination of dumbo songs and sweeney todd songs stuck in my head. It sounds very strange. wow. I guess when I'm just calmly happy there's nothing to say. I have to be worried or depressed or pissed off or simply bursting with happiness to have a worthfull blog. i guess I'll write something when ive got a more substantial emotion going on.