throat-coat

The thing is, I could try so hard.
However,
I don't like trying hard. And in the end, no one else does either.
I'm workin on being less of a people pleaser.
..... Working.
Working.

I think I should just chill out,
and drink some tea.

disclaimer: sorry about the lack of verb parallelism

I have been lazing about all day long. The house, nearly emptied, soaks in the sunlight, and I just finished speed-reading through a crappy novel.

Ten minutes ago, my brother started screaming loudly, from his room.

"GET OUT! QUICK GET OUT!" and then he was rampaging through the house, giddy.

I called out to him, once or twice, asking if everything was okay, but he couldn't hear me. Probably because his Xbox live friends in the background were still firing off shots. Apparently, there was a Bee in his room...

"It's fat. It's in my room" he talked through his headset, explaining his disappearance.

I never knew my brother was afraid of Bee's. Just now, smoke erupted from behind me, where the deck door is open and he is standing there with his purple t-shirt and bare-feet. He's setting off fireworks now, that explains the smoke. And the noise.

My head feels like it's ready to explode itself, and my throat burns. Not unlike a newly born Vampire. Actually, I am merely a trifle sick, and I enjoy the opportunity. The deck looks like it is on fire. My heart feels like that too, it's a nice feeling.

Nice. What a terrible adjective. Yet I fall back on this, as onto what looks like a comfortable couch... which is, in actuality, not relieving. If the left side of my brain controls the right side of my body, the left side of my brain fails to warm up my hand.

Good day!

-- pt 2

where I come from-- torn hems and gaudy books,
worn in the clutches of summer air and
read under covers with night seeping through my bedroom window.
I come from split pea soup in frozen bags, thawing at seven o'clock.
I come from orange peels and cinnamon, during Christmas;
powdery chalk, and homemade popsicles under the burning sun;
apple juice popsicles, running down our fists, onto the blacktop.

--

i feel like i'm flying,

but only blood flows in my veins:
i know that i am falling,

these ashes are now flames.

(thank you myloveletter from lomography.com)

"I wanna be a good person"

the thing about What's Eating Gilbert Grape is that it has always made me want to..

climb up to the top of a water tower.

novel!

(underwater motorbike from flickr)

"And we said, isn't it ideal?"

Good Winter

Using the names from one artist, answer questions about  your life.
Pick your artist:
Bon Iver
Are you a male or a female:
Sweet, Sweet Magdalene


Describe yourself:
Drinking This Rain


How do you feel:
Blindsided

Describe where you currently live:
Roslyn


If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Wisconsin


Your favorite form of transportation:
Big Red Machine


Your best friend is:
Skinny Love


You and your best friends are:
Babys


What's the weather like:
Woods


Favorite time of day:
The Park


If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
The Wolves (Act 1 and 2)


What is life to you:
Your Love


Describe your current boy/girl situation:
Come Talk To Me


Your fear:
Creature Fear


What is the best advice you have to give:
I Believe In You


Thought for the day:
I’m On Fire


How would you like to die?
Lovin’s For Fools


My soul's present condition:
If It’s True


My motto:
Redemption