1) Moisturize! Don't forget your feet!
2) Stop envying your pets! Sleep as much as you want!
3) Don't be proud! Wear tights and/or long underwear!
4) Got the shopping itch? Go to the library instead!
5) "Spa-treated" Dole raisins are worth it! White Rose is crap!
6) Need bucks? Reduce your cell phone plan!
7) There is no reason to use luggage without wheels!
8) Feeling gray? Find a botanical garden!
9) Washing clothes by hand is surprisingly cheap and easy!
10) Per Fred Nietzsche, "If something is falling, give it a shove."
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Remake Remodel
Taking the blog back like our country! Wild Style at Film Forum!
Heteronormativity grew slightly less tedious in Connecticut.
RE: thesis -- Crunch Time for Cronzo.
Fragments from the vaults:
We are making delicate little party decorations
We are planning a lunch three years in the future
We know what we would do if we were someone else
*
Love came in to ruin me,
And I said no problem.
She disappeared into my skin.
*
The little girl
She
Looks older in the picture
You can tell
Little girl
I am coming for you
I am here
I am loving you back in time
I am loving you forward in time
In that bardo with the ancestors
The candle in that secret room before dawn
In the mountain stream
The little girl
She
Not an ounce of self-pity
Saw something you have not.
Slide the rice paper door
Over massacres of the old country
Massacres of the new country
Ghosts in the garden
My lover is me approaching
With her esses lisped
Her cat-yellow eyes
Her curls in distress
Heteronormativity grew slightly less tedious in Connecticut.
RE: thesis -- Crunch Time for Cronzo.
Fragments from the vaults:
We are making delicate little party decorations
We are planning a lunch three years in the future
We know what we would do if we were someone else
*
Love came in to ruin me,
And I said no problem.
She disappeared into my skin.
*
The little girl
She
Looks older in the picture
You can tell
Little girl
I am coming for you
I am here
I am loving you back in time
I am loving you forward in time
In that bardo with the ancestors
The candle in that secret room before dawn
In the mountain stream
The little girl
She
Not an ounce of self-pity
Saw something you have not.
Slide the rice paper door
Over massacres of the old country
Massacres of the new country
Ghosts in the garden
My lover is me approaching
With her esses lisped
Her cat-yellow eyes
Her curls in distress
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