Hair is cut

My hairdresser has been missing for a month.
Her roommate already replaced her.
Tragically, I had to get my hair cut at the mall.
I'm sorry, it just had to happen. I can't wait until they find her.
AH! Too much! I hate going to those places. I miss her. I hope she comes back.

Well now there is new Hair. I couldn't take care of Old Hair.




Remember Old Hair?

If yourself from the future came back and fucked you, would that be incest or masturbation? pt. two

Sparkles gave birth to Bubbles

K : Mimes
E : Bonjour
S : Enchante madame.
K : Suprised !
E : Mon Dieu !
S : L’ascenseur a arrêté !
K : J’ai peur ! J’ai peur !
S : Je pense que tu es un mime.
K : Excuse-moi monsieur impolie, ne parle pas avec moi !
E : Le temps sont très beaux.
S : Je ne sais pas, je suis dans l’ascenseur.
K : Ne discute pas l’ascenseur.
S : Vous avez lu le journal ce matin ?
E : Oui, le prime ministre est très fou.
K : Non ! Il est raison pour faire la sociale sécurité prive!
S : C’est un mal idée !
K : Ne parle pas avec moi.
S : Taisez-vous, mime !

Keskeskskeskseksks…


I awoke from dreams of ferries and rain
was hit on the back and singing
my sister walked Chief across my forehead
rush of responsibility
doom. Get over this foreboding
pants: cold from night, will take all day to warm

6:53am

The year of Ann

I have begun to solve the mysteries of the Radnor 215 book I found in the dusty trailer. I discovered the author's name and time period from a letter she received from her father and stapled into the book.


"2/2/86

Dear Ann,
In typical male manner, I eschew emotional scenes or commentary; but I'll never forget the scene in front of the library. Your hurt was palpable. I'm sure the word "rejection" crossed your mind. I would argue differently. For what it's worth, when Kay hung up in tears and related to us that you were lonely and wished to return, we decided to get you back here.
Maybe 1986 will be the year of Ann!
You're overdue.
Love Dad"

tomorrow, hannibal
i'm drinking this beer, i'm finding some peace
children setting fires
I pick up a penny on the stairs. Things are quiet.
My brother sent me a bracelet. I read your
letter to me. There is your letter to me.
I never work too hard. It feels a bit weird to be thanked for the letter.

I have stapled my father's letter into Notebook so that
I will have to accept it."

I don't know if Ann is still alive, and if so, she is in her 40's by now. I really don't want to think of her that way. Regardless, she left behind a vast verbal enigma. Her command of language to convey the simple, yet expansive, elements of her life are breathtaking. But it is so strange to me to hear her voice from the past, and to read into her most personal thoughts and feelings. If she is still out there, I would love to meet her.

I'll probably post more of her writings that I find particularly moving.

if yourself from the future came back and fucked you, would that be incest or masturbation?

says the internet:

"It would be rape."
"Both. Kind of like twincest, almost."
"I molested myself last night. I kept saying no but I knew I wanted it!"
"Neither. It would be fun."
"ur nasty. go get sum help."

thank you,
ever-helpful-people-of-the-internet
for your enlightening words on this subject.

i have no picture today,
that is what you get for not keeping promises involving the presence of GLITTER on the blog.

Hi.

this is
my first post.

you promised me glitter.
LIE LIE LIE i hope you're ashamed of yourself.

how much glitter would i have to intentionally
cover my naked body in, to be considered semi-formal?
amanda (+ the douche of her dreams) expects me to go to semi
when i'd honestly rather do something more worthwhile.

attracting unnecessary attention to myself is starting to lose it's appeal.

if amanda wants to trot me out as entertainment for the night, i will agree to it only on the terms that i am to be paid in sequins and androgynous boys to use at my discretion.

i took this picture today walking home from the bus stop. i'm going to start taking my camera everywhere, i think.

YAY!

So I took the time I got from being snowed in to make this blog.
I know I promised you sparkles and glitter, but glitter gets
all over your hands and sometimes in the corner of your eyes and looks
intentional.
I also promised you pictures. I will have to go find one.

There you go.