garden and edible faces

some medicinal plato — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 04:34:48 +0400

i smell like bugspray (and if we’re being honest, there’s probably a hint of sweat mixed in there. i intend to shower directly.) because i was helping a friend with her garden. she’s the only 18 year old person in the entire world with a garden and she’s so damn proud of the thing i feel stupidly honored to be part of its maintenance.

the sad cafe incident

some medicinal plato — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 05:42:05 +0400

earlier i was at a quaint little café on the edge of town with my mother and was sipping raspberry lemonade when i thought –but wasn’t sure- i heard someone say my name from behind me. i turned, glanced around, saw no one familiar, and faced my mom again. then there was the voice saying my name again, only louder and more familiar. a girl’s.

Reagan - a girl i met.

some medicinal plato — Fri, 13 Jul 2007 02:18:14 +0400

must say this now or certainly will burst and it will come pouring out my ears and nostrils and belly button at random people in real life.

girl in the black car

some medicinal plato — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 05:18:42 +0400

i was in my car at a red light on the way to the grocery store with a scrap of paper with the list in my right hand, and i was checking and rechecking it for 'peanut butter' because i'm obsessive about my pb and j before work when suddenly i looked up and saw her.

come on, love. will you read it?

some medicinal plato — Sat, 30 Jun 2007 08:55:22 +0400

1. To nothing and back

Nothing breathes here, where ice slides off
and disappears. The navy sky does not sing; it is full
of unfocused nothing—the air, weak from only carrying the sound
of ice losing itself while Erosion our mother
hurries everything to its future self.
Nothing is so heavy; ice only knows to shatter itself
and float in pieces under the sag of the blue sky,

the allure of the brits, and other things

some medicinal plato — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 01:14:19 +0400

there is a girl that reminds me of myself physically, and whom i hate. she’s slightly shorter than i am with considerably lighter hair, much more primped, and she’s got the vaguest, most unintelligent stare about her. i guess we look like identical twins with polar opposite personalities: she’s the girly-looking version of me, and i’m the plain-but-smart version of her.

fun with dick and jane

some medicinal plato — Wed, 27 Jun 2007 19:26:10 +0400

Artists muse around me. I’m drinking coffee in a cluttered coffee shop; isn’t everyone an artist?