medici pope?

i am going to dig up saint augustine and eat what's left of him
Mrs. I'm-Not-Special-But-I-Don't-Deserve-This
This Is Beyond the Pale
in woad paste decorated, nibbling on postcards
standing above a ditch
the drool from the mouth eroding the dirt
grooving out a deep divet
over centuries

oh yes when he was a student james joyce
and we will call him james
and not stephen dedalus
couldn't trust his annotation stippled textbook
and he saw hell
for fifty pages!

such a latinate ego, what a notable quotable

can we name the thing? i mean the mid-calf deep in lake water, too hot in unshaven evening wear, hundred dollar silk dresses, under bruise purple dusk light sighing, a kissing only religion, the sense the sense the sense that there is a sort just a little bit of maybe just possibly some - i swear it's right here i promise i saw it beheld it held it hold it hold up slow up, but what are cloaked wizards and proud god smashers on tv when you close your eyes but don't intend to go to sleep?

a vestibule off the side of the face
hanging behind you
double

you say you believe in astrology or the tides
not so wrong i guess
we grow big inside of ourselves
we promise ourselves we'll go to heaven
we color in a punishing hand.

ek. it's the twenty-first century, you can put your fist in an orifice you please. was anyone really ready for this?

doh. so far, i think i am more punk than anyone i have met in life. i love my whole house. i can do anything good.

teen. i know you've got a lot on your plate.

char. panch. che. sat. at. nau. das.

gyarah and barah. exploding it out of it's original context. we're really going to die in public. i mean really really. watch us die. please come watch us die and watch us take off our clothes.

terah. lucky knee socks. you know god isn't real, right? you know you can work out and work out and work out and get swole and still be the snaggle-toothed, skinny-minny loser you were in college. unlucky knee socks. sorry my feet stink.

Further Experiments in Living

Here at The Warren things work a little differently than I have become accustomed to. Here following is account of a new systems, mores, and design statements.

Today we have our first house meeting and we decide:

- meetings will be held biweekly instead of weekly
- check-ins remain intact!
- each meeting will be led by a different person (both the agenda and scheduling - which pleases me greatly and hopefully everyone will feel equally responsible for meetings)
- we won't have chore rotation but we will have a point person (on a rotating basis) to cover basic groceries, hoping that people can be fairly responsible for general upkeep
- one person is in charge of the bills

I make banana bread! But it's super dense because I use baking powder instead of soda. Oops.

I miss: cunts on the walls and a general collect-all-keep-all-find-it-all beautiful style, dance parties, a belief in home made remedies, a love of cleaning products that aren't meant to kill everything.

But -

It's nice and cozy and keeps me on my toes. I have to explain myself sometimes and that can be good for a body. The light tickles every corner of the house and there is always a slight smell of crisp leaves floating at the edges of things. And we still smoke cigarettes on the porch and talk about our days. People sing as they stir pots on the stove and we steal other people's internet (oops). Risto and I make fools of ourselves often and lustily. I am getting used to what seems upfront and on the outside and on the surface and in the pictures on the walls a slight boug factor. I like to think of us as secret agents out in the world, looking and acting normative, but sweetly, quietly thinking/talking/being radical slyly spreading our ways with mere suggestive and example.

It's different. We're different. That's funny but quite alright.

acaveaspringaleakawell

sh0ved apples up it was the

time chili sauce stayed thirteen days 0n the c0rner of their lips we

nestled up there we made pest0-mascara c0ld sunlight

burrowed

all the way up (hair grows fast down

that way) up

infinite lovingkindness beads breezily uhhhh

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