June 2009
63 posts
the checklist
i sang to this beautiful woman.
i never sing to others. i hate how my voice sounds.
i’ve always wanted to have a band.
“the checklist” is an awesome band name.
because i make checklists constantly.
today’s checklist:
1. beer.
2. smirnoff.
3. weed.
4. eight pound weights.
5. stair stepper.
6. burn, baby burn.
3324.) I miss you, and I know you don't even care.
(via blogsecret)
I see your name everywhere—
in Ocean City on the beach,
in every navy blue lighter I touch,
in the people we knew,
in myself.
but you aren’t anywhere to be found.
“He knew that I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has...”
– Everything is illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
iiii nnn sss ooo mmm nnn iii aaa
so once upon a time alison starr fischer was born
and somewhere between then and consciousness
she developed this horrid habit of sleeplessness.
despite diligent efforts to rid herself of such
debilitating and aggravating circumstances, the
problem persisted for years on end, never ceasing
to claim empty nights and disturbing hours. So alison,
futiley attempting to sleep, often resorts to...
recluse owls: dangerous things
*alchohol: tequila, gin, whiskey
*smoke: cigarettes, marijuana, and loose tobacco
*insomnia: induces hyperactivity at intolerable times of the morning
*drawing: nude women, graceful animals, and cartoonie things
*writing: erotica, memoirs, philosophy, politics, poetry
*reading: everything from top to bottom
*life: lived as a vessel of knowledge
*sexuality: a fluid path with no bounds.
...
:]
Socrates: To do is to be
Descartes: To be is to do
Sinatra: Do be do be do
alison s. fischer:
[[a beautiful compilation of disastrous things]]
Welcome back to Where I’m gonna to have you...
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you...”
– Pablo Neruda, translated from Sonnet XVII
french tongue twisters
“Je suis ce que je suis et si je suis ce que je suis, qu’est-ce que je suis?”
I am what I am/pursue and if I am what I am/pursue, what am I?
“Il y a deux espèces de fous: il y a les fous ronds, et les fous carrés. les Fourons sont carrément fous, et les fous carrés, ca c’est un cas Happart!”
There are two types of crazy people: round ones and square ones. The...
lostcosmonaut (lj)
"John A."
"What it is."
"I'm gonna do it."
"Do what, move to New York?"
"Yeah, you are the first person to know besides me."
"Cool, so August 1 is the thing?"
"Yeah, I guess we have to talk about a bunch of stuff that has to happen before then. I just decided a couple minutes ago."
"What made you finally work it out?"
"Nothing. I just felt it and stroked it like Kobe Bryant."
"Gross, I mean cool! You're taking it strong to the hole."
"I'm feeling it. I'm taking it strong to the hole, she said. This must be how Kobe Bryant feels all the time."
note to self: always write when high.
It seems this essay was written while the guy was high, hilarious!
page france “weatherman section...
a song in my pocket.
Pueblo and the sky, were one with me tonight,
With our hair cut, at the scalp, a scalp for two.
Pueblo, do not fret, I’ve not another time to lose more than,
life itself is presenting a hardship so heavy
Heavily, I breath in all the ocean, wish away my conscience,
all thought begins to fade.
Pueblo and my chest, were heaving above the light of a,
sun which never had emerged from me.
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