April 2011
81 posts
4 tags
4 tags
2 tags
4 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
3 tags
Good morning, Aretha’s Gold LP and fresh pancakes with strawberries - why yes, it IS the last Monday of classes EVER
11/5/97
I might get married because I have my little pussycat. Plus I might...
– Roaring Spring Compositions
Sam Draxler, BFES, Grade 2
(via samueldraxler)
2 tags
3 tags
O gnashing teeth of earth
“Pacing in the yard at dusk, singing ‘Wee Small Hours,’ when I came to the lines ‘when the whole wide world is fast asleep’ my eyes filled with tears. ‘Okay world,’ I said, ‘I’ll love ya.’ In bed at night, warm and happy in my bag on the good hemp bunk, I’d see me table and my clothes in the moonlight and feel, ‘Poor Raymond...
2 tags
4 tags
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-4-17) →
Oh Land (37)
James Blake (32)
Okay (28)
Okkervil River (15)
Gnarls Barkley (14)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
3 tags
Baby, bring me home to bed / I need [read: knead] you to press me down before my body flies away from me
sundaynoises:
Trynna bring back cocktail hour, who’s with me?
How could I not be
2 tags
3 tags
2 tags
Dream; Mon. April 18, 2011
My little silver car zipped along Route 95. Invisible omniscient dream interpreter sat in the Japanese-business-man seat; passenger side in back. I was driving. I was coming to visit you in glittering NYC, and was passing through your family’s region of Maryland when I let myself take a detour I hadn’t planned for. I parked in front of your house. I had never been here before...
3 tags
3 tags
Hallucination
“I think it’s all lovely hallucination but I love it sorta.”
—Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
3 tags
2 tags
2 tags
3 tags
1 tag
1 tag
2 tags
Dream; Fri. April 15, 2011
You called and told me I should come over. You missed me, You said, and wanted to see me, and you lived nearby, You said, so why would it be so hard. I started to walk and after a matter of time I was in stride with another one of You - slightly younger, different face, but another one all the same. Nameless You reached for my hand and coyly I withdrew. This You led me to an abandoned house...
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
3 tags
3 tags
5 tags
4 tags
2 tags
Bodies
“After having imposed itself on us like the egomaniac it is, clamouring about its own needs, foisting upon us its own sordid and perilous desires, the body’s final trick is simply to absent itself. Just when you need it, just when you could use an arm or a leg, suddenly the body has other things to do. It falters, it buckles under you; it melts away as if made of snow, leaving nothing...
1 tag
Dreams
You are a floorboard pressing cold against the pads of my
I can’t find my slippers
Feet
You are the invisible palm pressing flat on my chest from those
Stay in your bed
Hands
You are the
I don’t want to wake from this
Dream,
Trapped long in my
Swollen-eyed sleep-smattered
Head,
Where a woman in white stitches eyelids up tight,
Tying muscle to pillows and sheets,
And fills...
1 tag
3 tags