Matt slept over the past 5 nights. Wowzers. It was wonderful, waking up to him was just great every morning. Tonight he's studying, I took his truck home, gotta pick him up in the morning before we go to school. I was kind of getting sick of him until the past couple days when I just got used to having him around all the time. I guess I wasn't comfortable with it because I haven't been around anyone that much since I was with James. We passed the 3 month mark this past weekend...yay...*the crowd goes wild* We went on a great date Friday night. We were going to go see that Paranormal movie but it was completely packed, no seats anywhere. So we got a refund and went to Dave & Buster's instead. We had a great time, so much fun playing the games with Matt. We played the coin game where you're trying to make them fall and you get x amount of tickets for each other. We probably spent about $75 on the cards for the tokens. In the end we had 2,900 tickets. Not bad for a night! We went to dinner...

first order of business:
I dig up every bad memory you have:
starting with the death of your cat to
your mom giving you something to cry about,
your dad telling you you’re worthless,
that first love & breakup.

Second order of business:
then I confuse reality into nightmares:
your favorite flower eats your dog
you uncle kills everyone you know
& eats the ones you don't
your dad is still calling you worthless
your boyfriend is an American werewolf,
your blood tastes the best

these thoughts take over:
your man wants his meat medium rare
your dad stops calling you worthless
now you're a fucking idiot
it's been three weeks, where’s the dog?

last order of business:
this dream has ten thousand spoons

& this time, you need a knife


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I am the keeper...

I'm in a Burger King because I don't want to worship baby Hey-suse. The folk we are staying with are the fun religious types. The kind even TFP elitists will like because they don't force their beliefs on you.

So, drinking this piss poor coffee I can't help but think to myself, if I find all the sugar at the bottom of the cup I will be so fuckin' pissed, that and I couldn't help but wonder Why have I done very little ever since getting here? I mean, google is coming up short on events and activities. I wanna go to Toronto to all the massage parlours in the massage thread. I should do that.

I hope today doesn't suck as much as yesterday.

The box kite floating high over the marsh and the string, the downward trailing arc of which you are following across an abstract blue field past curious geometrical forms of white and yellow & a cloud of mechanical birds wobbling their machine trajectories through modalities of falling, some mirroring the arc of the string, others tracing angular shapes against the receding blue of your visual field & you choose one and its falling toward the point of its absorption & across the marsh surface a human shape separating from a cube in the ochre and green of the grasses carries two long poles red at each end then stops; two red flags blur hesitate blur hesitate a message mediated by distance and distortion, deciphering and distraction, static and memory and the forms are gone. Traveling back toward the memory bird you find yourself disoriented.











The box kite floated high over the...