there is a green or blue sweater i want to wear
and i want to buy a new set of sheets and wash them and put them on my bed
except i want the bed to be in the woods and i want it to be warm and there to be halfway decent light
and then i want to sit on it with you and i want my hair to get in the way when i try to kiss your mouth
and then we could laugh about that extremely briefly
in the woods
and i could get into an argument with anyone on earth that banshee beat and motherless bastard are the most beautiful songs of the last decade and i would not argue thinking that this is true for the world over but i would argue thinking that it is true for me and not other people except what would make the situation interesting would be that the other person would not know this at all
i think you are at work right now
my brother wants me to teach him html as a "work skill"
because he looked at my photo journal for thirty seconds
and thinks that i format everything myself
ha ha
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i know someone who writes in a hundred and fifty dollar journal
how responsible can you hold someone for their lifestyle
is all that is on my mind
how responsible can people be
is all that is on my mind
well when i talked to someone who used to mean a lot to me but who i do not remotely know whatsoever, now, on aol instant messenger in mid-november she asked me are you still in africa and i thought (how do you know that i am in africa if we haven't spoke since january) but i said yeah are you still in america and she said ha ha yes and then i thought (how do you know where i am but it is nice that you still remotely care about where i am because i still care about where you are and that is why i started talking to you) and then she said i have been reading your flickr so i know more about your life than you know about mine and that was interesting maybe
and how it is related to the one hundred and fifty dollar journal is that i told her i wish that i would have gone to art school and she told me that i didn't wish that
and then i could think a lot about how she was an art student at a really "important" school
whatever important is
and then she told me that art students are all really self centered and narcissistic and spoiled and pretentious and the worst people in the world
and i thought that was a weird thing to say about something you were a part of
but instead i said i disagreed, and left it at that
and she said that her saying that obviously was connected to parts of herself that she had issues with
and i thought about how we hadn't talked since january and now we were talking about internal issues with self identity and the politics of aesthetics
that was an ok time
and then this other time i was alone i came up with the perfect name for a secret blog and thought that was good and also a sign that i should do something with my life instead of listening to music so much
i
want
to
read
tao
lin
and
fall
asleep
on
a
futon
at
the
phoenix
and
also
listen
to
someone
i
know
play
the
electric
guitar
with
my
paintbrush
it
is
right
