you know what i like about my neighborhood?

the quiet. 

grammar epiphany

enlightening comma however rigid period single space next subject

p.s. i'm sorry i said you were average

p.p.s. i'm not 'good people.' i'm magnificent, brilliant, luminous, liquid, and on fire. i am stardust, divine; i am a goddess, a sunchild; i am golden and i am worth everything; i'm GGG, and i'm on a mission from gaaaad.

wtf was that loud sound? dream series

erotic city

slept thru most of it, dreams, loud as fuck thing driving down the street. sometimes these loud spaceship sounding vehicles drive down 21st. 

 

*the note will say

i want to write you a note 

with my fingers the ink and your body the paper*

YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER

PRINCE!!! 

up there with the stars. 
wrap our dreams in purple, make love with our hearts,
cleanse and free our sexualities, you draw us in, open us up, make us smile and slide, step, move, laugh.
SO MUCH LOVE
SO MUCH GRATITUDE

dream series, and car alarms!

renovating an old house. the electricity is completely fried and has to be replaced. the box on the pole outside is sparking precariously.

***

at last! the car alarms have returned! good fodder. i was starting to miss them, not really, but then i heard one, a loud close one. the annoying kind *)

autoresponse: you've got to be fucking kidding me. never fails. srsly people. yey! i still live here. what a crazy fucked up beautiful world.*

who's that lady? who's that lady?

*devo.

oh my gosh, that is great

heard on the street

and

you got to get responsible!

today was a day that i earnestly wished i spoke chinese

ma god

the way this old man spoke on the cellphone at the peet's- it was like music. i wondered what dialect sings their language like that. but when i asked, he just smiled amd said chinese and told me not to bother learning it.

beauty in the unknown. gifts. gifts.

why can't i touch it

http://youtu.be/L1G0jl0Vc64

sometimes we wear happiness and hang it up like a coat on a rack

hipsters 2.0 on speed, and dream, and grass

y'all, wow. talkin bout lifting weights but with such meth like enthusiasm.

packs of conversants -what, that isn't a word? should be. 

people are sleeping here! if you must chatter loudly can you talk about something  philosophical or ironic or even unintentionally poetic? 

dream- was dating jack kornfield who i met on okcupid. he stayed up all night printing my silkscreens and in the morning my new lover was strapping, long haired and beautiful. we were gonna go to FLAX (alas, a dream).

i may or may not have a blade of grass in my pocket.