Friday, August 29, 2008

Zahra..

JUST GOT SIGUR ROS TICKETS.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOM
GOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

'...but I'm happy! I'm happy!', she cries.

fits around me so tight

People become thread occupants of meaninglessly useful everyday organisms. They cinch together the mismatching fabrics that is their lives in hopes of...mildly interesting pillow talk. Or a nice California sushi lunch. We are all opting for bigger, better things for a second or two of what is most scarce in supply: happiness. Is it in a red and yellow box with a toy inside? Or in the silky touch of a just-showered lover's legs. Possibly in the shadows that trees make, something your fingers are itching to sketch. Whatever it is, whoever it is, I hope against all hopes that it is waiting for me like I am waiting for it.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

'The minute you are close, the world is okay. Till then, I'm just the thickest fog twirled around your fingers.'

the tiniest closing

The notebook is lost for sure. She is parading around her room, naked except for her colorful hipsters, biting down hard on her neatly trimmed thumbnail. Her Victorian window is open, curtains and all, but she doesn't mind. Its a big city, half-naked people are easily forgotten. For now, her worry was the notebook. Schemes, evil plans, daily schedules, important thought processes, all were in there. Will someone find it and be kind enough to return it? Or be overjoyed by finding someone's life in a book and keep it.

Monday, August 18, 2008

are you mad at your walls?

the excitement of finding a 5 dollar bill on the road is wearing off. Its not the fact that there's loads of time to think, its the loads of mindless thinking time that bothers me. I mean, how many times am I going to repeat stories of my country, boyfriend, parents, blah blah, unimportant things? I'm stuck in a slightly monotonous rut. And fuck the girl, I hope she dies.


My room looks phenomenal. Big. Graciously welcoming. I still have trouble sleeping though. Weird thoughts like Bill Murray's rubber dick (?) keep me awake. I don't know why that was important, it wasn't important.


Ok, I know what this place is lacking. The drive for people to succeed. Ok, what bullshit, I've only been here a single weekend. And the business district was closed. So really, I don't know what I'm talking about. Its just...I never expected to see what I see here. To think this used to be the Confederate capital during the civil war, and its so....scene-ster now. Which is good, I mean its great, perfect, I fit right in with all the misfits. I become one of the head-turners, the hated hippies, another brick in the wall.


Fuck, I can't believe I'm here!
Here and constantly drunk on oj.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

i stumble like a clown

She sneaks in, like a mouse in its hole.
Slipping into something comfortable, its like a slow-motion scene from an epic movie. The lights are dim, almost non-existent, film-grained. The dust on the wooden floor quivers as she tiptoes around. This was the best part of the night, hands down, no questions asked. Coming to the smell and sights and sounds of what was hers, what was home. Her jewelery tinkled as if it was giggling while she put it in its respective box. She could smell wet socks, her pretty button nose wrinkled in disapproval, but tomorrow would be a nice banana-pancake day. She'd fish em out soon enough. It was so quiet that the ticking clock gave her a headache. She smiled sleepily at the friendly occupant of her over-sized bed. The mattress springs whined as she climbed in and scooted over to adjust herself around him. He was snoring, like any young man snores when they know they're sleeping well. 'Till death do us part,' she whispered into his dream, wrapped her leg around his waist and hugged him till she herself was snatched away into fantasy land.
Here's to fumbling with my own house keys.
to conquering bad dreams alone.
to not cleaning my room for once.
to eateries, tattooed gypsies and amazing roommates.
to life, here i come.

Monday, August 11, 2008

As I look at the 'National Funeral Home' and put on my sunglasses for the evening sun, I think..no wait, I sigh. Was that awkward? Did I make it awkward?
I think I did.
Consumer Zahra is screaming to be let out.

Friday, August 08, 2008

jumped in a river
what did i see?
black-eyed angels
swam with me...


She hates me.
I guess I could deal with one more person in the world who hates my guts.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

upside down fljotavik ftw.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

I just looked through 687 facebook pictures of mine to figure out WHY the FUCK I'm so ANImated.
but to no avail.

oh well, at least I made you laugh. or cry.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

In pitch dark
I go walking in your landscape