this blog is my little scrap of internet pollution. it is banana shaped and meat-scented. i will throw it upon the heap of cyber trash. i like to have some trash of my own. i feel very vindicated that others may pick through the rubbish and find some use.



here are the ingredients for decorating a cement vagina-

postcards
prints
antiques yoinked from grandma's house
lauren's artwork
linolium floor
ghetto gym mat
miles and miles of dust
misquitos
beer bottles
boxes full of olsen twin videos
shards of plastic
wet dreams
broken ambition
noise
air sweat (humidity sounds too sweet and thin)
a grasshopper that makes crazy ass noises

oh, basement room, what would i do without you? what would i do if i didnt wake up with a pile of dust in my lungs every night and a swamp ass caused by air sweat?

shit, so confusion aint what it used to be, eh? i think it evolved into this hellish enigma with a child's endurance. it will never flee my mind. not at this rate. nuh uh.... so i have no idea what to do. perhaps i will sleep off a couple hundred years of my life like a little rip van winkle shit and then i will wake up and meet new people and fuck shit up with them ha. wwwwwwwwworrrrrrrrrrrdddd





aight, i am gonna paint now and then i will sleep/i hope/perhaps.

one day iw ill not be so lame
i will open my eyes to my body of rust
i will run in fields of rain
i will never break or bruise my feet
i will never meet my clone
i will be excited to lie
i will collect fruit flies in a cavern
i will let them grow into giants

this will be one fine day. and then it will leave me. and travel and die and live spiritually with old secrets



goodnight moon...goodnight cow jumping over the moon...goodnight mush. goodnight old woman whispering hush...goodight kittens... goodnight mittens...goodight table.. goodnight chair..goodnight something...goodight air..goodnight noises everywhere.
and so she sleeps