January 2010
24 posts
txtsfrmlstnght:
(504): Superbowl and Mardi Gras a week apart. World’s longest bender here I come.
I love living in New Orleans.
youmaybeoffended:
principialuis:
Howard Zinn and J.D. Salinger are dead, meanwhile Stephenie Meyer still lives. I don’t want to live in this world anymore.
for h + j
as we sat &
turned around each other
i touched your face &
told you the news
you cut away from me
crying
—gid 26 jan
Friday night cigars - w4m (NOLA)
It was loud, so I asked you to repeat your name. To help me out you told me it was a kind of face soap. You should have said it was the name of an infamous Chechen resistance leader (which is much sexier than face soap). I would have said, “Oh, wait, didn’t Tolstoy write a short story about him?” And you would have said, “Yeah, and the soap was named after him...
You and Me - w4m (Mandeville)
I love you. I’m not happy about it.
To C - m4w - 30 (Uptown)
It can’t happen between us, but goddamn I like you.
In the streets they ask about me and you. ...
(via sickphilosophy)
we are red jacket crew, we are belated petunias. and we are the shining inside-outs left over from the cold grass and the speed signs. we pried Jesus apart from His plastic casing we sat up on his China cross… …waited… you were still in bed for once the hairspray and the black paint from last night crept up beneath my skin
— gid 26 feb (2007)
“a handsome young airman lay dying
and as on the tarmac he lay
to the mechanics...”
– —Author unknown
found in the pages of the diary my father kept for me as a child.
Topography
blogut:
After we flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like maps laid face to face, East to West, my San Francisco against your New York, your Fire Island against my Sonoma, my New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas burning against your Kansas your Kansas burning against my Kansas, your Eastern Standard Time...
tessellations:
“At Last Our Bodies Coincide” At last our bodies coincide. I’ll bet you thought this would never happen. Neither did I. It’s a pleasant surprise.
Richard Brautigan
crushes:
silly boy,
the grass was wet, your nose was cold and my heart was set on fire.
— silly girl
“the amazed stranger
made
love
iron
with cold knowledge
revealing
one...”
– http://www.codeasart.com/poetry/darwin.html
Caitlyn (there are a thousand ways to spell your...
I don’t know the proper way to meet a stranger, but I’m trying to figure it out. Let me know if I’m on the right track.
Plums - w4m (New Orleans)
I just can’t seem to bring my self to eat them anymore. Plums and the summer heat will always remind me of you. -Sunflower And in the shadows of the night I’ll trace your silhouette in candlelight And if you fall asleep when you rise I’ll be there to kiss your eyes
Little Beast
1 An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn. The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. It’s thinking of love. It’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster. That’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey and kisses for everyone. Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife ...
crushedfingers:
it is all blood and breaking, blood and breaking. the thing drops out of its box squalling into the light. they are both squalling, animal and cage. her bars lie wet, open and empty and she has made herself again out of flesh out of dictionaries, she is always emptying and it is all the same wound the same blood the same breaking.
— Lucille Clifton
Baby Day - Melanie
This has been stuck in my head...