Pockets

I don't like this anymore really. I don't like looking back on pockets of time. It's been a while and still at the thought of some of these instances I feel as stupid as I did back then. 

The burn at christmas and the i-told-you-so of new years. how excellent. it feels like giving birth to glass bits.

Speaking of giving birth to glass of all shapes and sizes. Let's talk about summertime.

THE END.

Hope it doesn't bounce this time.

we are irresponsible. You can't live like we do.

smoke around a flaming filament. Bulbs, beer, broken glass. Etc. More bullshit less bullshit etc etc etc.

une cigarette delicate.

capture the flag. I'm cracking open my skull to get some light in this room, let it breathe, scatter all the dirt and gunk.
it feels nice to run. It feels nice to spin. It feels nice to fly.

I think about simple things and get pleasant heart attacks. Sometimes.

having shit, having destroyed shit, having nothing. The only difference is that you can't live like we do.

cackle

WE COULD WATCH JUMANJI! Oooohhhhhhh dammit! You're about to get crushed by a bunch of whatevers.

Acting I

I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night almost like you were in the room with me. Then it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear your voice. Then I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice.

Paris, Texas

Bruised Up from the Pistol Whipping

Boute Tauperse

I have been searching all of my days, all of my days.

I miss Mitzy and Flopsy and the servant boy Straume. And Bumpy Love and Bffl and Madeline and Anna and Sista and Cougar face. And Gordy!

PARTY CASTLE - DUNGEON - THE WEST WING!

Chatty Kathy.

I have been searching all of my days, all of my days. And I've been trying to find what's in my mind. As the days keep turning into night.

Arg Party Pirate. Jungle Fever! A BOUTE TAUPPERSE EVENT! 

You can go anywhere in the castle.. EXCEPT THE WEST WING.

Now I see clearly it's you I'm looking for, all of my days.

To Sandra

Wednesday

Bumpy is Bad [This title is dedicated to my own true friend John Riser, who fought the dragon in the gorge of mortal peril and was victorious]

The way that she turned?

The way the tables have turned. 

Kansas! Kansas Kansas!

Before.

After.

My arteries were on fire.

When adults talk like babies to their children for too long the kids grow up talking like babies for the rest of their lives. It's stupid and it drives me insane.

Can I lie down on your lap? Ok and then the door opens and its a huge mistake just that tiny thing. I'm brutally ashamed when I hurt anyone. The whole thing caught me quite off guard back then. And I don't think I deserve this because no one deserves this.

I really believed you, you know? 

You have such an interesting face. 

You know... I don't know.

Clobbering ant hills, bodies with clobbering headaches and white dead miracle workers. Asleep for good this time.

"Models are poppin them out, you can bring that baby to work now. Gimme a hug. Oh Gosh."

The Revenge Episode

"I'll believe in you if you believe in me"

Said the unicorn to the dragon

There's a storm abrewin'. 

Leeeaaaaaveeeeeeeee me alone! 

For you know this isn't the first time in fact this is twice in a row...

Someday you'll go off, Alice, with Lewis Carrol...

You are sleeping off your demons.. when I come home.

I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore.

RING THE ALARM You can't stay you gotta go.

"Alice in Wonderland" Lewis Carrol

"Gardenhead" Neutral Milk Hotel

"Made in USA" Jean Luc Godard

"Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod" Mountain Goats

"Just Dance" Lady Gaga

"Ring the Alarm" Beyonce

Covesville

Gangster Poker

City-Wide Searches

Thugs with Delusions of Eloquence.

Heart condition. "Get over it, she needs you."

I can't feel the tips of my fingers. You're a ripple.

Someone shoulda told you, never give an irish man good cause for revenge.

The fire, baby, it'll burn us both.

First we gotta rescue Gail. Then we gotta get ready for the kill. The big fat kill.

Cowboy Killers

Mimosas cowboy killers eighth month

And you said
It was like fire around the brim
Burning solid
Burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

they couldn't think of something to say the day you burst

sailors fighting in the dance hall

FEATHERS FEATHERS FEATHERS

Glow stick magic wand

Margaritas

Dance dance dance dance dance

snacks.

crazyy eyeess

Margarita Margarita

oh ma gaddddddddddddddddd

Who are the important characters?

we were born only yesterday and know nothing

and our days on earth are but a shadow.

badbadbad

mechant, coquin, bandit

Dancing Couch Bathroom Tumble

Ladies Leave your Man at home. The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown.

"The shape of a town changes faster, alas, than a mortal's heart.

Paris change! mais rien dans ma melancholie n'a bouge! (...) Et mes chers souvernirs sont plus lourds que des rocs."

Happy Birthday to my little Red.

Your tiny feet dangle in the ponds in my head

Happily exploring the depths of the East

I hope you will enjoy a Praguian birthday feast.

(First line and second line from "Le cigne" by Charles Baudelaire)