Springfield

 Springfield

Portland

I had a dream you were a goldfish without water. I put you in my mouth to keep you alive. When you started to squirm with life, I was startled and bit you. I spit you out into water but you came apart.

a few years ago I acquired this box of negatives

mainely snow

paz

 paz and jim jarmusch

Animus

returning to the garden state

dinner of bread and butter, bed, then maybe i'll feel better

chromogenic

portland, me, out front

feeling kinda...

Queer.

have to face it

I will probably be an ugly old person

after drinking red wine...

always kinda expect my piss to be purple

wonder why i wanna wanna

what a feeling

the sound of water running in the bathroom reminded me that i was thirsty. and the sound of water running in the kitchen reminded you, in your room, to return to the water running in the bathroom. that's how we navigate our apartment; in transitive segments; that's our dynamic.

a glitch, interface

"ass-freaking cold"

feeling the internia of turning my head, in my teeth.
if you don't want to lean forward as you age, you should work on holding yourself up.
she is relaxed. i am on edge.