a WISH/HOPE/WANT list

I wish I had a bike like this one. It's so cool.

I hope I can live in a place as beautiful as this one day.

I desperately want a pipe that is as precious and adorable as this.

I wish I was pretty enough to pull off that nose ring. And the rest of the jewelry.

I hope my future family will be as sweet and stylish as this one.

I want her dress. I think its so so so cute. Especially with those red gladiator sandals.
I'm going to try this hairstyle and I really really hope it works. Isn't it fun?

But why?

Does anyone else keep getting links to Asian porn sites posted in their comments?

I appreciate the offer, really, but that's not really my cup of tea.

Thanks anyway? I guess?

I've Become Comfortably Numb

To the two loves of my life:

I don't understand. I don't know why us being together makes them all so angry. Perhaps they're jealous. You make colors more vibrant, you make thoughts run deeper, you make sounds more meaningful, and the reflection of sun on water more hypnotizing.

I love you. Isn't that enough?

Exhalation

Fuck you all.

I've fallen in love with sunflowers and cherry blossoms

Your fingers weave quick minarets, speaking secret alphabets

Millions of suns rise every morning.

The sun rises for millions every morning.

Every morning millions of people rise and never look up.

Every morning there are a few who don't rise.

?suns or people?

I bet if they got the chance

they would look up this morning.

I did.

You'd never believe what I saw.

I'm Feeling Near As Faded As My Jeans

There are certain books that I could read over and over again. Some of them I know so well that I can just skip around to my favorite parts. These include:

The Giver-Lois Lowry

The Realm of Possibility-David Levithan

The Reader-Bernhard Schlink

The Outsiders-S.E. Hinton

Fight Club-Chuck Palahniuk

Wide Awake-David Levithan

A Clockwork Orange-Anthony Burgess

House of Leaves-Mark Z Danielewski

Only Revolutions-Mark Z Danielewski

Heavier Than Heaven-Charles R. Cross

The Catcher In The Rye-J.D. Salinger

Wonder Boys-Michael Chabon

Killing Yourself To Live-Chuck Klosterman

Dharma Bums-Jack Kerouac

On The Road-Jack Kerouac

Love Is A Mixtape-Rob Sheffield

Passion is a Fashion-Pat Gilbert

There are a thousand more, but those are the ones I thought of off the top of my head. And I loves them all.

I Am The Red In The Rose

I am the grey in the ghost hiding with your clothes behind your closet door...

It's a green green green day.

and you haven't truly experienced color

until you've seen green on a day like this.

If you go chasing rabbits and you know you're going to fall...

I am evolved.

I am involved.

I am in love.

I am alive.

There was a beautiful backyard. A huge tree sprawled its branches across the blanketed blue sky and pale pink blossoms rained into our hair. Deeper into the trees there was a shack, big enough to sit in but too small to stand up straight. It was nice of them, but too dark, too much shifting. It felt like the film was coming off the reel. Cigarette burns flashing by and you and I walked out. Driving, driving, windows down, Jim Morrison serenading our expanded minds and you and I, we drove. Walking for miles down a dirt path, we spoke of things that made up our personal atoms. The electrons and protons and the rhapsody that was the nucleus of our worlds. A great, white log hung out over the stream and you and I, we dangled our feet in the cold, cold water. I wont go back. I sit in plush chairs, staring out enormous windows, hazy, but crystalline, sometimes drawing, always listening. I discover new things in the sound, in the velvet, crushing, caressing of the notes. And I know I'll never go back to before.