December 2009
15 posts
goal #1
tomorrow morning i will get up early, point my bike toward the atlantic ocean, and ride. (i don’t know if i’ll reach it, i haven’t tried this before.)
i will return to my apartment, shower, and make it to work on time.
OR
i will sleep.
the city has changed how i “interact” with “nature”
upstate: i see something rustle, scurry = excitement, investigate.
brooklyn: i see something rustle, scurry = i pretend i didn’t.
the air was so cold his breath appeared like a trail of cupcakes
the crustacean is croation, but in documentation, he withholds designation of affiliation. he lives in isolation, devoting concentration to meditation, masturbation, jigsaw puzzle domination. they call him Dalmation, which has no relation to shell coloration, just his spotty reputation.
I went to bed late and only just now am I awake
niner:
and in between I had a dream of flypaper jumping up and down on a rocky beach. it was shot mostly in polaroid.
that sounds nice.
