the sink is filling up

hi

i ran in a downpour last night, my coat smelled like an animal

on an above ground train, i panicked when i thought the door was going to open over nothing, 

and i would step outside where there's no platform and fall onto the road with all the cars lit by nothing but headlights and taillights and the blue light of the stucco burger king on the corner

(really the platform was just on the other side of the train)

i bought three bouncy balls for 25 cents each from a machine outside a deli, one for each person

the f train didn't come for a long time as usual so we walked

my keyboard is breaking: the a sometimes presses itself if my pinky rests gently on top of it

there was a peppercorn in my whiskey last night

(at home)

cauliflower

I hope cauliflower (call-ee-flower) is good for you because I've been eating a lot of it lately. 

stinkbug

It's Sunday night, folks.

via an un-named intsant messenger service, to my unnamed roommate:

screenname:  I am playing with a stinkbug.

screenname:  I love him.

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I am drinking beer out of a frosted glass that my good-natured friends in Canada stole for me when I met up with them for snacks at approximately 1 am one night, after they had gone to the gym.  Coerced.  But how glad I am to have this glass to drink out of right now!

Sunday night.  I refuse to do anything.  I read two pages today.  They were really great.  I spent more time drawing a large calendar on brown paper though.  It's really great, too.  It's on my wall.  I have marked significant days, and have come to all sorts of conclusions about varying ways to divide the time I've included.  

I would like to now daydream about the ways in which both calendars and maps reveal much about a person.  I haven't drawn any maps yet, but I've looked at some before.  It's all quite particular.

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Additional fun fact about this day: Allison and I watched all the videos by username "TittyMaestro" on youtube today.  Really great.  He is from Allison's hometown.  That's how we found it.  Because she was watching a different video about her hometown.  We both endorse 'Fun things to do in York PA'; however, 'Boy Meets Calc' got kind of tiresome; don't bother.  To do so would prove you are avoiding something more desperately than we are.

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More on our stinkbug amigo:

screenname: and I finally picked [the stinkbug] up and I think he's real happy about it.

otherperson: awwww

otherperson: what's his name

screenname: Brenda.

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I think that is all for now.  

Other subjects for discussion in the future:

- 'Stepping up' one's 'look' by wearing the same thing every day.  Perhaps it involves a red and yellow scarf.

- Glasses in the sink all filled with water and soap, crackling as the bubbles pop.

- Drinking too much beer and drunkenly referring to "the greatest hits of [some time in the past]" of many subjects, whether or not songs are involved

- Dreading the task of doing laundry, and yet finding the experience to be quite enjoyable and painless while it transpires.  Hopefully this occurs soon.  In the meantime, just the dread.

limping

There was a boy, maybe 11, 12, walking with his mother.  He wore the exaggerated expression of protest even in obedience or submission.  There were loud sighs.  He was limping, too, and held on to his mother's swinging arm with both of his hands.  

His t-shirt said: 

DREAM

the salsa dream

you would have loved it

the light was so clear today, the walls have never looked so hard!

[melindy told me once about someone she knew, or maybe this applies to all; somebody who, getting glasses around the age of 7, saw leaves on trees for the first time, rather than just a chalky bundle, and the revelation this brought.  the delight at all things...?]

so were the buildings to me

on broadway today,

marvelling, wondering if i've never seen them properly. 

the copper, the brick

the seams between them

the columns,

the ornaments, 

the dirt,

something about october.

a clarity of all things.

all precipitated by the arrival of a small chill.

[shiver/whisper/hush/sigh/soft/blow/sharp/gust/hard/lull]

Also, a lack of sleep renders everything holy 

so maybe I imagined it all.  

my eyes unrested...

psychosis:  my Mao prof. having a phobia of bananas, and me almost forgetting, and fantasizing for quite some time about what would have happened if she had detected its presence in the classroom.

challias

welcome to domaine de challias

[should have done it long ago

should have been done long ago

and yet, editing provides its amusements... ]

irrationalities

the other day I kept laughing at photographs, finding mere angles of bodies in relation to another enough basis for hilarity.

people facing others, others facing away-

ridiculous.

the laugh was great, too; 

it came from a dehydrated, light-headed, blossoming place somewhere above my stomach, circulating in the bloodstream, giddier by the moment.

in my dreams this morning, I was walking around my apartment.

various other people were present.  time of day was unclear- the indoor light was the same.  I was looking for the Loire river on a map, but couldn't find it.  I realized the map was double sided, none of the shapes complete on either side.  And so I had to kept flipping it, in attempt to line up the Loire with the Rhone.  Tracing shapes on maps while someone else looks on.  (Lining up lines like looking at real money, the subtle ways of knowing the truth in something...)

Later, I offered 'instantaneo' coffee to Co, and he refused.  Meanwhile, a friend's parents swept my room for spare change, threatening to take any they found.  Desperately, I collected the pennies from my shelves and hid them in my pockets.  

sweet spring, salty summer

well here we are- 

it's raining outside

and things are getting pretty crazy at 109 ludlow.

to blame?  

always the music.  

a triptych, if you will, of vaguely related songs:

what is the tie that binds, you may wonder?

the three together, (sums, parts...) caused a casual psychosis that spanned a few days, perhaps in the aloof month of May when the light was white but the sun sat high and I didn't know what to do with my time so I bought bars of soap, drank wine in the afternoon, stayed inside too much...

open the pod bay doors, Hal:

1:  Destroyer - What Road

Thank you Joanna.  Reminiscent of two years ago, living in a scummy yet spacious building.  listening to the same cassette again and again, sleeping on the floor, the large bathroom...

2: The Battles - Northern Man

I sought this song long and hard.  We found it to be dissonant and snide on first listening.  I like it lots now.  It feels kind of drunken.

3: Battles - Atlas 

Feel good hit of the summer!!!!! 

Encountered this when I thought they were The Battles.  Turns out they were just a soon-to-be wildly popular New York band.  Tell me you are not delirious or in a trance by the end of that--