Shift

Location:E 2nd St,New York,United States

Structure

Childhood whims stem out of zero constriction. That's why the influence of logic and consequence is essential to guide your child into a favorable adulthood. If your child can make decisions with what you've taught them in mind, hopefully things will be alright. Which is why I think it's important to put your child in a proper bathing suit when he or she is playing in the sprinkler's reach. It's just good form.

Mewwy cwissmas

I ate like... 15 cookies, last night, after getting wasted on cheap Pinot Grigio. Gastro-attack. Only got 4 hrs of sleep.

Today's ingredients:

Chocolate chip/Reese's cookies. Hot cocoa spiked with Grand Marnier. Pigs in their blankets. My Johnboy.

Yay!

Location:27th St,Astoria,United States

Christmas Eve

I was coming into my, what I would call a courtyardette, but what you might call my apartment building's yard, and the brown and black birds were there. They were there just shootin' the shit. Just talkin' it up. It was like I was at the Bird University. Welcome to Chirp Chat. And they were moving so fast. And I said "I wish I could hold one of those in my hand".

Today, I found this little black and brown bird. He was taking a Holiday nap.

I wished that I could hold him in my hand and this was the only way it could happen.

I didn't pick him up but I could have. And it's nice having those kinds of options.

Haloumi

Greek fries.




The Guardian.

(how's everyone holding up?)

Another December

Location:28th St,Astoria,United States

Smothered

Giancarlo, a blind prince, lived in a blue tower that overlooked an entire realm of mountains and snow. Not that he knew. Well, it's not that he did not know, it's just that being told what a realm of mountains and snow is will never conjure the image needed to "know" the beauty and fear of such a sight. Centuries of breeding. Swarms of servants. A land to be his. Or so he was told. But a garbage truck rolls by. Suburban fumes are wafting up. Someone steps on a Nabisco wrapper. Dinner is served in South Florida. Sick game Mommy played. Prince Giancarlo was Everything. She would always be there. She said. False princes don't grow into kings. The Prince, GC, is blind with no kingdom and anxious as hell.

Day off pay off

Want...

Location:28th St,Astoria,United States

Idle

Location:E Houston St,New York,United States

Feelzheelz

I feel nervous in my heels, today. Like I have brains down there. Areas of the body are said to hold memories and trauma. The knot in your left shoulder could be the rape. The crick in your neck could be the divorce. The frown on your face could be the years of letting yourself down. Thinkers, those heels.

Location:E Houston St,New York,United States

I dislike baby pink snowbeasts

-- Posted from my iPhone

Location:Astoria Blvd,Astoria,United States

Jordan

I had a transgendered stuffed dog when I was a little kid. To the public, he was Jordan; named after Michael Jordan, who, at the time, was the pinnacle of "sportiness". And as we all know, being sporty really separates the boys from the sissies. Jordan was a flattened basset hound; probably meant to be more of a pillow than a companion. Jordan had plastic eyes and a few brown and black patches. It's name and it's spot were known to the world, but the way it felt inside was a secret. To me, she was Trixie. Trixie had long, floppy basset ears that routinely served as hair when I would style them in a knot on top of her head. Toys are the only thing we can control when we are young. It's the only power we are designated, so whatever I wanted that dog to be, it/he/she was. I had so much shame in me for being the way I was, the way I still am, that I brought Jordan into the mix and gave him Trixie. I gave him his own shame to bear. Gave him some of mine. Like that trashy slut the ivy leaguer hides from his parents, I never made my association with Trixie known. She was my little whore in Brazil and I'd use campaign money to please her. Jordan was on my arm and that was the facade.

The dog's ear eventually fell off and it's coat grew thick and coarse. I'm not even sure what happened to her. Goodwill, most likely. My mom always gave away our things when we were at school. But yeah, no clue.

I eventually went on to sleeping with guys that were way too old for me and letting my shame lead me into many situations that were unsound for a young teen. I look back now and I wish I had been going to bed with Trixie. We were seedy together.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Location:E 2nd St,New York,United States

In case you missed my voice

The girls across from me are praying intensely. The more obese of the two has a Heath Ledger Joker bag (that looks incredibly hateful) held beneath they're collectively clenched hands. Oh Jesus, now they're hugging...

Switched trains.

I've been feeling a lot less stuck, lately. It's not like anything major has shifted but my progression has made itself more known. More shown. Or maybe the path is a little more evident. I dunno. Something is up.

I've been lost in the complexity of applying to school, lately but I'm trying to force myself to stop toying with the deadlines. Can't shy away from major things like this. Can't let it just fade.

But... Yeah.

Location:Astoria