January 2011
7 posts
today
today, a young boy biked up to a fallen tree wrapped with caution tape, bent over the sad trunk, and straightened, victorious, waving an entire yellow roll at an empty street, our car his only witness.
today, i visited what may have well been the poshest mobile home in history, resplendent with lush carpets, leather bound books, and sunlight. today, i was gifted a well-worn camel suitcase filled...
another week, another funeral. there was a time in my childhood when it seemed like everybody in our tangled network of family and friends was getting married. these days incense clouds my memories, tendrils of smoke dancing lazily in the air as mustard yellow sticks crumble into graying ashes. the clack of rosary beads and relentless singsong ave, marias fill my ears, occasionally interrupted by...
Please stay out of my fucking life.
A true friend, indeed
Alternatively, The dangers of deleting Facebook:
“I even Googled your name, just to make you didn’t die or something. Twice”
cashing in on consumerism
now the question is: food processor from a cheaper brand or a decent beginner’s ukulele?
HAPPY TO SAD
jamesvandermemes:
The state of L.