living on your own

-----living on your own is living--
---breathing on your own is hard.
oxygen tank me.
i look like a hero should look------
so listen fast for your entire life.
leading not following---
---------be courage. eat courage----------

small cookies

We all think that we have it figured out. But I feel like that is only because we are constantly going from one phase to another, never having a moment to question our direction. More and more I am getting lost these days. And not in a conventional, don't know whether to turn right or stand in utter confusion way, but in much more frightening sense.

Everything is fine. Life is enjoyable. And then I find that there are only a few things in life that make me happy, and I can't get large enough doses of them. It's like having really good cookies, but they're super small, so you feel bad eating a zillion of them at once.

I need some direction. Perhaps northwest?

skinny love

come on skinny love, just last the year.
pour a little salt, we were never here.

i tell my love to wreck it all.
cut out all the ropes and let me fall.

Sister

What the water wants is hurricanes,
and sailboats to ride on its back.
What the water wants is sun kiss,
and land to run into and back.
I have a fish stone burning my elbow,
reminding me to know that I'm glad
that I have a bottle filled with my old teeth.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.
And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit.
She has black hair and small hands.
And I have a kettledrum.
I'll hit the earth with you.
And I will crochet you a hat.
And I have a red kite.
I'll put you right in it.
I'll show you the sky.

-Sufjan Stevens

Fudgicles

Fudgicle is really difficult to say, but they are yum. They should make a come back. They are far superior to regular popsicles.

Irish horses

Some horses from Ireland. They were cute because they wouldn't leave each other's side. I gave them an apple...one each.

ode to elliott

These days I listen to music that makes me feel small. I'm not large. I'm not some enormous impact on the world. A big ego only cramps my simple style. I set up this blog to post simple things.

:D

An Elliott Smith lyric that makes me feel small,


I'm floating in a black balloon
O.D. on Easter afternoon
My mama told me "Baby stay clean
There's no in-between"
And all you ladies and you gentlemen
Between is all you've ever seen or been
Fit poorly and arrange the sight
Doll it up in virgin white
You disappoint me, you people raking in on the world
The devil's script sells you the heart of a blackbird
Shine on me baby, 'cause it's raining in my heart
Sun's rising on a chopping glare
Rain dropping acid bought up in the air
A distorted reality's now a necessity to be free
It's so disappointing
First I put it all down to luck
God knows why my country don't give a fuck
Shine on me baby, 'cause it's raining in my heart