your gentle cow-like eyelashes

today i spilled soup down my cleavage. (edit: really chunky soup.)

but the kitchen is warm and smells of lentil beans now.

the consensus is official, i am the most gullible person you know.

i hate black & white pictures of women standing around empty houses or sitting in metal wash basins wearing nothing but high-high heels.

sometimes poetry can be so boring, it reminds me of mathematics.

respond like the wood element: the stone in the road is an opportunity for growth, not a stumbling block.

respond with joy.

laugh more.

fuck forks in the road. spoon me.

open yourself up.

thank you for running. thank you for swimming.

ah wilco and homesickness and heartsickness

BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO GROW TIRED OF LIVING.

Tiltled: “Four things I want to do before I die.”

i want to hold a hummingbird
and plant a tree,
find a four leaf clover,
learn to speak espanol,
and own a pony.
and plus, see the eiffel tower while drinking a cup of tea.

SEVEN WAYS TO WIN MY HEART
Titled “Only you can carve me wooden hearts”

          play and beat me in spit
          write a song for me
          write me a letter
          tell me secrets
          play with my hair
          be who you are
          bring me australian licorice.

Great lists as usual. I think you’re probably the best diarist on here. Always yours, Diane

lists are one of my favourite things. sometimes writing poetry feels like solving algebra. 🙂 wilco ♥

Aarin

November 20, 2004

B&W pics of women in emptry wash basins… classic. Maybe we know some of the same teenage goth-poets, they love using that shit as thier entry backgrounds. I’ve already decided; this is a fun place and I’ve invited myself in. You have a new reader:)

gutterflower.

i thought spit was our game…. 🙁 (times ten) anyway, i do not think things you write are bland.

touchthefloor.

November 23, 2004

your entries fill me

f*ck forks in the road. spoon me – my favorite.