"You bought a star in the sky tonight"

a painstar has entered your house…..but what are you going to do about it??? are uyou going to touch it?? it only happens once every thousand years…. maybe even two thousand years…. and how long is a year really ???? its almost haloween. i havent done shit this year, its been a summer since february, i was in australie, god. california?? then what? june, july, august, a month in europe… i cant even go to ikea any more, ive got flashbacks… fuck,,,.,

The thing about the moon is maybe you don’t need to write a poem about the moon. The moon’s been done, we’ve discussed it. It’s a coin a mirror an eye a lantern in the darkness. It’s a rock in space. It’s the dang moon we’ve all seen it! Is there something you can notice that’s is more surprising than the moon???

It's spring now which means the kids in my city have started drawing hopscotches on the sidewalk and as a rule I do every hopscotch I see because 1. Use it or lose it (ability to scotch) and 2. If a child got down on the hardscrabble streets of Boston Massachusetts to draw a scotch the least I can do is use it, but in doing the hopscotches, I've learned that about 50% of them are the typical 8-10 step scotch and the other 50% are. Somewhat avant-garde. And of course I'm not vetting the entire scotch before I start it so sometimes it's like haha 8 steps woo! Childlike whimsy! And sometimes they're 20 steps or 30 or they've got a section with three squares instead of two where you have to do a little Charleston to step on all three, or, memorably, FORTY one foot squares. A full BLOCK of jumping on one foot but I'm no quitter so once I've started Jigsaw Junior's fuckin hopscotch gauntlet I'm there til the end just a daily pot smoker in her thirties jumping kasa-obake style through an affluent suburb while some little proto-kennedy watches from his bedroom window rubbing his sadistic little third grade hands together and cackling. It's amazing. I love spring.

HAPPY TUESDAY ALL!!!

how terrifying metamorphosis must be for the caterpillar has no concept of what it is doing, or what a butterfly is, or what will happen to it as it spins itself the cocoon. we r more alike than different

laptop overheating?? pour water on it to cool it down!

i trusted you

Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people

THE ORIGINAL?!?!?!?!?!

i stayed for this; for murky coffee at the bottom of my cup. for pulling another tick off my dog. the sun came down, though - i wish you could have seen it - and i swear to you; everything was so violently beautiful that even god hiccupped. it is a long life of small moments. i am so glad for that. i work a knot out of my hair. i am briefly annoyed by the omnipresence of dust. and above, overhead in magic: the moon has tilted herself - a gentle, yielding cusp.