also i have been wondering since August if it was clear that my blog post title "abcdefgh" stood for
Anxiety
Beauty
Comedy
Darkness
Euphoria
Fragility
Gratitude
Humility
a la edward gorey
okay, cool, i knew you would understand
coming up next time, in acronyms:
Innocence
Justice
Karma
Lies
Metanoia
Negativity
Openness
Praise
(Perhaps followed later by Questions, Recitations, Situations, etc)
Alright folks, that's our show!
Saturday, November 21, 2015
noise-sensicalifornia
Today is a day tough on sentences, rough on construction, hazed of meaning, bumpy with feeling, course on content, slow on the gear shift and stalling.
Solo, so low... Sola Solita, no me diga que eres una gata. Someday I'll play en la playa. Someday I'll sell cellophane, hear me behind the window pane--I'll tell you I'm not home, even if I sit alone, ring the rungs, I've just begun
Fire season in nonsensicalifornia means finals and potatoes I keep thinking are apples from this going quickly and missing the everyday, meanwhile mired in the mundane.
Or it's when you try to make pie crust without enough water so it doesn't stick together is today and you want the dough but it's not forming that's today
Something Ryan called sugar words are when the brain trips so meanings are born into mutant syntax, things like, "Are you in the place for the timing with potatoes?" Or "Are you timering for the potato hashrowns?" Or "did you put it on for the beeps of the minutes?" Or "The toaster has the minutes on?" You see my words can run clear in a laminar flow; othertimes turbulent; chunks of quick slow slip out my lips or of this time it's fingers
glued to nonsensicalifornia
Solo, so low... Sola Solita, no me diga que eres una gata. Someday I'll play en la playa. Someday I'll sell cellophane, hear me behind the window pane--I'll tell you I'm not home, even if I sit alone, ring the rungs, I've just begun
Fire season in nonsensicalifornia means finals and potatoes I keep thinking are apples from this going quickly and missing the everyday, meanwhile mired in the mundane.
Or it's when you try to make pie crust without enough water so it doesn't stick together is today and you want the dough but it's not forming that's today
Something Ryan called sugar words are when the brain trips so meanings are born into mutant syntax, things like, "Are you in the place for the timing with potatoes?" Or "Are you timering for the potato hashrowns?" Or "did you put it on for the beeps of the minutes?" Or "The toaster has the minutes on?" You see my words can run clear in a laminar flow; othertimes turbulent; chunks of quick slow slip out my lips or of this time it's fingers
glued to nonsensicalifornia
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Solita
Sola pauses her work on cat stuff to say what's up to nonsensicalifornia.
Shout out to Ryan for snagging this picture.
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