You get so alone.

What is it that racks us together this way; clanging, crashing- a sea of awkward emotions claimed dead? Was it that we read the same books, loathed the same films, sang the same music? It was, essentially, i think, a want of the way words tumbled down into hands, flipping them over and over until we could give them a name…and then hand them, to each other; an even trade under river rocks and ancient court house stairs. Now, it’s wicked electric the way your neurons fire in my dreams. Nothing lays dormant even if I couldn’t see your eyes; for three months, five months. You make me laugh. I wanted to hug you more than I hugged you goodbye.

(Could you tell any of these things?)

And then.

I fall asleep with my hand on my cunt, your face in my head, and someone else’s name on my lips.

Everyday Matters, 16 June 2007.

This is the last day I drew. So far, I’ve missed 2 days in a row. I am hoping not to make it 3 today. But if sleep keeps me for that long, then so be it.

Everyday Matters, 15 June 2007.

(The saddest day.)

Everyday Matters, 14 June 2007.

Best search term used to find my blog this week:

” racist photo involving baby chickens “

The question is WHY? Followed by, THIS BRINGS THEM TO MY BLOG.

Everyday Matters, 13 June 2007.

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Everyday Matters, 12 June 2007.

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Everyday Matters, 11 June 2007.

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Everyday Matters, 10 June 2007.

I haven’t missed a day of drawing yet. Five and counting. I like doing it. The drawings are not very good, quite crude, because I don’t give myself time to think about it. And well, the pen. But, it’s so cathartic. And another thing I’ve noticed, is that I am looking at everything with different eyes. I look at it, the shape, the shadows, the positive and negative space- I am always deciding in my head if I would like to draw this thing or that thing sometime. It’s kind of exciting.

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Everyday Matters, 08 & 09 June 2007.

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