| me and my camera, we are good buddies. yep. so see that little person up there? that's me. yuhuh. i rather like that picture. so uh, about me. I AM WEIRD. the end. |


who are you anyways?it's those days when i walk to school that i wish you were here. it's when the silence presses onwho are you anyways?
my eardrums and faraway ceremonial drums echo like a sacrificial chant in my brain, sinking into a bottomless cup of something intoxicating.
it's when you're stumbling around not knowing where you are that you wish he was there to keep you from falling, and i don't mean drunk. i mean when your knees feel weak
from lack of human touch and you forget what he looks like, what his voice sounds like when he calls you at three in the morning because  


smilehalf the time i'm wondering who i am and the other half i'm making snow angels in snow that's not really theresmile
hormones fly with the clouds and flap around our heads like bats who've forgotten their way
it's definitely seasonal, you told me so why do i want to twirl in circles and watch my breath swirl around me
the sky is floating away i stand and watch its departure pointing out objects in the clouds
this is how it's meant to be


the refrigeratori dream of refrigerators instead of yellow,the refrigerator
and of curling up inside them against squashes and cartons of milk, sandwiches and salads.
i dream of flying on
a broomstick attached to the ground i dream of father getting caught by the police [he helped a woman
with her finance problems. she
had a very wide nose.] and us all getting deported
to the brazilian islands and so i cried in the streets next to big, plain white buildings.
i dream of writing poetry
inside a refrigerator and this is what i wrote
much love!
--
and if you go chasing rabbits
and you know you're going to fall
tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
has given you the call
(white rabbit - jefferson airplane) [link]
--
DO NOT CLICK [link]
Life is not about how you survived the storm ;
but how you danced in the rain.
--
we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
DO NOT CLICK [link]
Life is not about how you survived the storm ;
but how you danced in the rain.
--
we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
i was pulling out my heart so i could pin it to my sleeve
red hands
--
DO NOT CLICK [link]
Life is not about how you survived the storm ;
but how you danced in the rain.
--
DO NOT CLICK [link]
Life is not about how you survived the storm ;
but how you danced in the rain.
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