when it was dark and most good children were asleep in their beds,

seven people in the middle of a deserted park ate pie.

    " Quite calmly, as though this old woman and her boots were nothing out of the ordinary, Mrs. Murray pulled until the second boot relinquished the foot. This foot was covered with a blue and gray Argyle sock, and Mrs. Whatsit sat there, wriggling her toes, contentedly finishing her sandwich before scrambling to her feet. "Ah," she said, "that's ever so much better," and took both boots and shook them over the sink. "My stomach is full and I'm warm inside and out and it's time I went home."

"It's much too wild a night to travel in."

"Wild night's are my glory," Mrs. Whatsit said.

I'll just sit down for a moment and pop on my boots and be on my way. Speaking of ways, pet,  there is such a thing as a tesseract."



i've got the house to myself tonight. paaaartty.

 i.e. i took down all my stuffed animals and am watching van wilder. too bad brownie, blueberry, and cherry are the only guests important enough to attend the festivities.
why did i name all of my childhood toys after foods?








peace out, girl scout

a weekend of crowd surfing, no shoe wearing, playground hopping, almost famous watching, pool swimming, picnic-ing fun.

drifting sideways. the feeling of being in motion again.

three days is bearable, i guess.

gravity keeps me grounded but i'm slowly reaching stars.

remember me?
I come in pretty colors and dashing fonts now.


hey, i like this one.

A Song for the Park Walk
(the evening before I die)

Thick, sinking cotton
covers my colliding tissue, invades folds of skin
Park sounds weave and kiss through capillaries
brimming in sinking blood streams
slow, heavy.

I see silver leaves rush
like streams
their strong purpled veins
cry these laments, goodbye!

Ah, I see it now
my throne of wood
It sits like a bed of bones
A bouquet of decay tickles my toes.

Breaths, hums
leave steady.
give way to meet night air.



see? and you thought i'd learn to write coherently in my absence.
well, i stretch while i waste time now, that's a development, right?


i am excited for
1. cupcakes (chocolate swirl, bitches)
2. reel big fish
3. rereading a wrinkle in time. it's been a very very too long time.

okay, it was a tiny little list.
 but. ha!



whores de vores anyone?