Coffee in my cup.
Still in my pjs, of course.
Church next door singing the same Hymn they did last week.
Breeze before a (possible) storm.
Jack's still sleeping, of course.
I love my quiet Sunday mornings.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Sky Saw by Blake Butler
page 24:
I've spent enough years with my face arranged in books. I've read enough to crush my sternum. In each of the books are people talking, saying the same thing, their tongues slim and white and speckled with the words.
page 57:
Behind her eyes were also stairwells, which also led to something gone.
page 106:
It replaced the definitions of certain words in dictionaries no one would ever open.
page 176:
Milk all through the years in lather leather held out only by an idea.
page 183:
The man said I am sorry I could not remember but now I remember many things I think and as time progresses I will continue to remember more things and there will be more things to remember.
ibid:
He turned around and found the world.
page 191:
[...] time catching time there where time had meant never to be.
page 219:
Curds of syntax mad in old names.
page 245:
I might look down and find my arms there typing language and believe the language and know it was or I would look down and find the words there in my body written always, I could hold my body as a book, [...]
I've spent enough years with my face arranged in books. I've read enough to crush my sternum. In each of the books are people talking, saying the same thing, their tongues slim and white and speckled with the words.
page 57:
Behind her eyes were also stairwells, which also led to something gone.
page 106:
It replaced the definitions of certain words in dictionaries no one would ever open.
page 176:
Milk all through the years in lather leather held out only by an idea.
page 183:
The man said I am sorry I could not remember but now I remember many things I think and as time progresses I will continue to remember more things and there will be more things to remember.
ibid:
He turned around and found the world.
page 191:
[...] time catching time there where time had meant never to be.
page 219:
Curds of syntax mad in old names.
page 245:
I might look down and find my arms there typing language and believe the language and know it was or I would look down and find the words there in my body written always, I could hold my body as a book, [...]
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Rabbit Rabbit (Where'd you put the keys, Girl?)
Holy Fuck.
It's July.
And I still have a bunch of 30 things to do because I'm 30 now to do.
Two years later.
Whatever.
Thursday I apply to grad school ($180 application fee? Really NYU? I'll be paying you enough as it is. I best be getting in)
All I need to do is get one last recommendation in. Then I'm good to go.
I have books to write up. Well Book reviews to write.
2 on the back burner.
Emails to write.
Respond to.
Books to get back.
Movies to give back.
Library fines I need to pay.
Brownies to bake.
(who bakes in the summer? apparently this bitch)
Things to be angry about.
FUCK YOU SCOTUS.
Define "family business." Because the company I work for is run by two brothers. And it's private. Who is to stop them from limiting my access? (I doubt they will mind you. But there's nothing to stop them now)
SCOTUS looks like Scrotum.
We need more ovaries.
It's July.
And I still have a bunch of 30 things to do because I'm 30 now to do.
Two years later.
Whatever.
Thursday I apply to grad school ($180 application fee? Really NYU? I'll be paying you enough as it is. I best be getting in)
All I need to do is get one last recommendation in. Then I'm good to go.
I have books to write up. Well Book reviews to write.
2 on the back burner.
Emails to write.
Respond to.
Books to get back.
Movies to give back.
Library fines I need to pay.
Brownies to bake.
(who bakes in the summer? apparently this bitch)
Things to be angry about.
FUCK YOU SCOTUS.
Define "family business." Because the company I work for is run by two brothers. And it's private. Who is to stop them from limiting my access? (I doubt they will mind you. But there's nothing to stop them now)
SCOTUS looks like Scrotum.
We need more ovaries.
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