27.11.10
a seashell covered in moss
Thirteen hits of weed and my minds lost in space
Words float away from my mouth
Empty and stale like an opened bag of chips
Art will help
but I end up drawing a huge flower with octopus vines
"Fuckin' stoner", I tell myself
The girl next to me is learning Chinese
I can't even produce a full sentence in English
Adam and I on my rooftop last summer
notice our eyes
oh dear.
26.11.10
the keys
We take a cab back to my house at an unknown hour
whisky and beer swish swish swish in my belly
He says 'I forgot my keys back there"
I say "Oh well.. I guess you can sleep over
but we are just going to sleep okay?"
The inability to say no
creates awful situations
That god damn boy kept me up all night
taking over the bed
ruining my heavenly den
with his
ugly body and forceful gestures
I kept my panties on
wondering where all the gentlemen of the world got lost
probably some deserted island
far away from this filthy city of horn dogs
poor souls
Poem by Morgan
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October nights
THIS CAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND TINY. HE HAD TO TAKE LITTLE PILLS TO CURE HIM OF HIS COLD. I HOPE HES OKAY.
INTO THE WILD
I am so sorry I haven't been posting as much! I just quit my job at american apparel and am graduating school in the next couple weeks. Then its off to the wilderness of British Columbia. I am so inspired and exciting for the future. Freedom and nature are so close.
Watching Into the Wild changed my life. And made me cry at the most unexpected of moments.
Emile Hirshe is a god.
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