Every time is a reunion!

When I get back to blogging! Only a month since last time. Like one of those vacations where you never leave and you find Northerners that were once pale and rich in their house in Massachusetts now slouchy and brown and driving taxis in some South Floridian neighborhood and it makes you want to stay forever.

TOO MUCH MONTH TO TALK ABOUT

and then again, should I talk about it

muah muah muah

On my Spring Break I laid on my friend's brother's bed real [ ] and watched The Boondock Saints. .

If ever there was a classier movie, full of badassery and gun walloping madness...
Only ironically classy

But the next day, with a clearer head I sat in Tea Bazaar.
This being 4.21
clearly people thought I was recovering
BUT! really it was just from sleeping on the floor!
{I looked tired}
And I got these knowing nods from the guys that passed by. But I am too silly and shy to return c'mon/acknowledgment? nod.

Gah, and I saw Picasso/ rode in the back of a truck through Richmond.

Has anybody considered how hipster Richmond has grown to be??
So proud of it right now, someone should have told me sooner.

Currently reading: On The Road (please take me West, brother)
Silent Spring -shock value
(some non fiction shit for English)
Omnivore's Dillema
All My Friends Are Dead -short read


I'm a goner.
I'm a goon.

She knows which birds are singing

And the names of the trees where their performing

In the morning

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When I am in Spring I feel--

Lukewarm

How much rejection can a body endure? How much can a body take?

If a body catch a body...

So, for the past week I've tried to fill my life with a little inspiration and take in things a little slower. The art of doing a little shy of nothing.

Laying in fresh cut grass.
Sitting outside drinking a coffee.
Watching things alone.

It's not distracting me from my bitter attitude towards life.
If you know me, you know why.
If you know why, you know how.
If you know how, you know when.

When being a week ago.

Damn, stings.
I took a little while to blog, to just take a little time and not blog. To not blog and to be calm. Because what could more ridiculous than angry blogging? Angry tweets, perhaps.

I just want to dance myself clean.