they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
they can rust in the rain + January 18. 2002 = 9:17 a.m.
+
morning & news on radio & work to go to / feel something vague & suspicious . fell asleep with telephone in bed, but it did not ring. this morning: no words in the digital account. thinking of highway driving and how once he wrote from four am after a night of headlights and yellow lines. feel it as a long time ago. and i am so odd in these new things i feel. wanting a sign to read things into. there isn't one. want to crawl into yellow tent. headphones and listen to records in a striped dress. one does so long for the continent. one l o n g s for hotels and caramel colored skin. heavy old telephones and a closet with glass door in which one retreats into to converse. envelopes with long letters enclosed. cramped handwriting and descriptive turns of phrases. lean into new conversations and sip at martinis. perhaps i will leave these things i feel outside and see what happens. playlist: the trouble with sweeney _ $500 a day| badlydrawnboy _Fall in a River| beluah_ if we can land a man on the moon surely i can win y our heart| the shins _ one by one all day| yo la tengo_ stocklholm syndrome| yo la tengo_ green arrow| cat power_ metal heart|cat power_ colors and the kids| yo la tengo_ one PM again
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