tangled in seaweed
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this is a warm oven where I put unbaked fragments of thought to sear, boil, char, and temper
(a personal sketchbook of ideas)
(a personal sketchbook of ideas)
‘Meanwhile, let us abolish the ticking of time’s clock with one blow. Come closer.’
November 21, 2024 at 7:52 PM
‘Meanwhile, let us abolish the ticking of time’s clock with one blow. Come closer.’
to dust & mire & moths & all creeping crawling eating destroying creatures (V. Woolf)
November 20, 2024 at 5:30 PM
to dust & mire & moths & all creeping crawling eating destroying creatures (V. Woolf)
coalition to make sentimentality cool again
November 19, 2024 at 11:34 PM
coalition to make sentimentality cool again
streetlights billowed and melted into gold and black and the highway became the sea and I was a little amphibian thing and the breeze through the open window was my grandmother’s veined pink hand warm and soft in my hair
November 19, 2024 at 11:32 PM
streetlights billowed and melted into gold and black and the highway became the sea and I was a little amphibian thing and the breeze through the open window was my grandmother’s veined pink hand warm and soft in my hair
Birds singing in Greek
November 18, 2024 at 8:19 PM
Birds singing in Greek
so delicate, straight-laced, puritanical lately
fantasize about things abstractly, and then in the moment I reel away
spools of hidden memory unwinding and wrapping around my throat
fantasize about things abstractly, and then in the moment I reel away
spools of hidden memory unwinding and wrapping around my throat
November 18, 2024 at 6:57 PM
so delicate, straight-laced, puritanical lately
fantasize about things abstractly, and then in the moment I reel away
spools of hidden memory unwinding and wrapping around my throat
fantasize about things abstractly, and then in the moment I reel away
spools of hidden memory unwinding and wrapping around my throat
Adrift on the sea of slow bland ruin. Grey. Horizonless. Water blended into ether. No star, no moon, no guiding light. Fog and heavy haze and evil vapors. Everything has been enveloped and confused by it.
November 18, 2024 at 6:56 PM
Adrift on the sea of slow bland ruin. Grey. Horizonless. Water blended into ether. No star, no moon, no guiding light. Fog and heavy haze and evil vapors. Everything has been enveloped and confused by it.
Realizing how much my squeamishness is directly correlated - I always knew it was, I just could never pinpoint why or how - the vision of anything violent, bloody, of bodies being harmed
November 18, 2024 at 6:55 PM
Realizing how much my squeamishness is directly correlated - I always knew it was, I just could never pinpoint why or how - the vision of anything violent, bloody, of bodies being harmed
- she had no understanding of real hurt, she only pinned it to her description as an attractive neon sign - "TRAUMA RESOLVED HERE - SHOES SHINED WHILE YOU WAIT" -
November 18, 2024 at 6:39 PM
- she had no understanding of real hurt, she only pinned it to her description as an attractive neon sign - "TRAUMA RESOLVED HERE - SHOES SHINED WHILE YOU WAIT" -
(the mirror she used to try and see me through herself, leaving words written in lipstick on its shiny surface, it's almost laughable to me how she wanted to be me for a while - and how I wanted to be her too)
November 18, 2024 at 6:38 PM
(the mirror she used to try and see me through herself, leaving words written in lipstick on its shiny surface, it's almost laughable to me how she wanted to be me for a while - and how I wanted to be her too)
All of her fear, a frightened rabbit at her core. Dashing away from the smell of danger. She's got her senses sharpened like butcher's knives.
November 18, 2024 at 6:37 PM
All of her fear, a frightened rabbit at her core. Dashing away from the smell of danger. She's got her senses sharpened like butcher's knives.
As if a hundred thousand inconspicuous quills stood up like soldiers on the back of my neck. A salute towards self-protection.
November 18, 2024 at 6:33 PM
As if a hundred thousand inconspicuous quills stood up like soldiers on the back of my neck. A salute towards self-protection.
Horses exhaling impatiently
November 18, 2024 at 6:27 PM
Horses exhaling impatiently
a gas lamp opening its slow eye into blue fog
November 18, 2024 at 6:27 PM
a gas lamp opening its slow eye into blue fog
I feel the grains of age mottling me. And everyone still tells me I'm so young, I look so young. Apparently.
Thousands of years have already elapsed. I'm nothing more than a nice mirage to stare at through the mercurial heat.
Thousands of years have already elapsed. I'm nothing more than a nice mirage to stare at through the mercurial heat.
November 18, 2024 at 6:19 PM
I feel the grains of age mottling me. And everyone still tells me I'm so young, I look so young. Apparently.
Thousands of years have already elapsed. I'm nothing more than a nice mirage to stare at through the mercurial heat.
Thousands of years have already elapsed. I'm nothing more than a nice mirage to stare at through the mercurial heat.
I want someone else to run my errands for me. To gather sea shells and bring them to me in plastic bags. Wheel me out into a sunny field and let me sit there, basking in fresh air.
November 18, 2024 at 6:17 PM
I want someone else to run my errands for me. To gather sea shells and bring them to me in plastic bags. Wheel me out into a sunny field and let me sit there, basking in fresh air.
Misfortune germinating, unfurling roots around my solar plexus
November 18, 2024 at 6:16 PM
Misfortune germinating, unfurling roots around my solar plexus
Do I dare eat a peach?
November 16, 2024 at 10:43 PM
Do I dare eat a peach?
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
(TS Eliot)
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
(TS Eliot)
November 16, 2024 at 10:38 PM
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
(TS Eliot)
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
(TS Eliot)
Live and sleep in a small windowless room, watch rabid snowstorms and blizzards roll in, listen to announcements on the intercoms about severe weather. Sit on a snowcliff under the massive moon.
November 16, 2024 at 9:24 PM
Live and sleep in a small windowless room, watch rabid snowstorms and blizzards roll in, listen to announcements on the intercoms about severe weather. Sit on a snowcliff under the massive moon.
Fantasies of once again being, as X once described me, impenetrable. Closed off, sequestered. And subsequently, very safe. Wrapped in the cloaks and shrouds of total renouncement.
November 16, 2024 at 9:22 PM
Fantasies of once again being, as X once described me, impenetrable. Closed off, sequestered. And subsequently, very safe. Wrapped in the cloaks and shrouds of total renouncement.
I picture her in a smoldering house, sitting placidly amidst some flames licking at her ankles, glazed over and half-lidded
November 16, 2024 at 9:11 PM
I picture her in a smoldering house, sitting placidly amidst some flames licking at her ankles, glazed over and half-lidded
the first thought, the first feeling, the first word
November 16, 2024 at 9:05 PM
the first thought, the first feeling, the first word
opening the self to boredom, which is crucial for sensing the world, for creation
November 16, 2024 at 8:43 PM
opening the self to boredom, which is crucial for sensing the world, for creation
a transcription of a person who is amorphous at best
November 16, 2024 at 8:41 PM
a transcription of a person who is amorphous at best