like a vacuumed room with the lights off but rainbow christmas lights on

A song that turns on a shuffle of images

Something like 8 PM cloudy night

Pancakes and wine

Coffee and onions

Pomegranates at night

Some slivered moon

Some quivering clouds

Shivering the rain down

Rainy Day in LA

I'm in the mood
for stormy weather

(it had to be you;
you're my thrill)


these foolish things

i will get there.

bugs

i'm writing about bugs

in Jacob's Room

insects and spiders, butterflies, whatever

i actually had a lot of fun with my rhetoric paper though.  i talked about how the rhetoric of technology in the commonly used body-as-machine metaphor can be harmful when applied to pregnancy because in situations of pregnancy losses the metaphor suggests that would be a user error, and that's messed up, right?  i have a lot to say about that, because feminism, duh

but when it comes to insects in jacob's room, I'm like okay

butterflies seem....hopeful?

. . .

spider imagery is... dark?///

bees are.... active?

just give me like three more hours and i'll have a decent thesis k?  i'll let you know how it goes.

(i like rhetoric studies so much more than lit.) (enough complaining, back to work) (*poor, punctuation) *i know

, , , ellipsis . . .

ellip...sis (elliptical sis)

I'll write a list , , , like this , , , 

comma comma comma
dot dot dot
what was that
,
,
,

I forgot , , , 

.
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.

(me too i forgot)

. . . 

(wait are you the same one or not?)

just checking

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!

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

Solita

Sola pauses her work on cat stuff to say what's up to nonsensicalifornia.

Shout out to Ryan for snagging this picture.