StreetSparrow
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
Chuckle to Yourself
headaches in the late afternoon
natural deodorant: smelly
remain professional
remain seated
remain calm
offices are like fire extinguishers in the soul
(i'm so over dramatic its kind of hilarious)
(at least i get it out of me somehow)
(these thoughts have to go somewhere)
natural deodorant: smelly
remain professional
remain seated
remain calm
offices are like fire extinguishers in the soul
(i'm so over dramatic its kind of hilarious)
(at least i get it out of me somehow)
(these thoughts have to go somewhere)
Thursday, February 27, 2014
In Conclusion...
"Currently 9 degrees. Feels like -13."
Thank you Mr. Weather man for your enlightening report on how The Long Winter continues to rage. Thank you Ms. Laura Ingalls Wilder for preparing me so well in the 4th grade for the winter from hell.
My sincerest gratitude :)
Thank you Mr. Weather man for your enlightening report on how The Long Winter continues to rage. Thank you Ms. Laura Ingalls Wilder for preparing me so well in the 4th grade for the winter from hell.
My sincerest gratitude :)
Thursday, February 6, 2014
squirmy
money makes me squirm
why is there never enough of it?
yikes is all i can say
i've got knots in my sockets
bigger than the change in my pockets
go away, go away, go away
someone needs to buy the food 'round here.
why is there never enough of it?
yikes is all i can say
i've got knots in my sockets
bigger than the change in my pockets
go away, go away, go away
someone needs to buy the food 'round here.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Winter Song
This winter is unforgettable. The winter we built things. The winter we grew and cried and teared. The winter we ripped ourselves apart so we could learn to patch and sew. The winter we survived and huddled and felt our hearts beat faster and faster. the winter our bones felt pain from the cold and chill. The winter we thought we'd die, but instead we thrived. In our way. The winter where we ate apples and lentils-fod of the ancient gods. The winter where we dreamed while working and slept while sleeping. The winter where we knew nothing, yet learned everything.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
I Moved to Detroit
I've heard this same song 100 times. If I could write a book that could take me out of this world and into a new one, I would do it. If a sweater could warm my spirits, I would wear 1,000. Don't settle they say. It sure is hard to live a travelers life. Lonely, they don't know? Keep a knife (or dog) by your bed. We have to make compromises and spend hours. This is not a vacation, but we don't know what to do. Its hard to make friends while bound in the #2 position. I quick pray-"I don't need anyone but myself." The light looks like the gleam off of snow--but it's September. How are my toes already cold? Its funny the things we remember when we remember them. Its funny how habits can die in the blink of an eye, while others commence for years without a passing glance. What does it mean to be a hipster anyways? There's no use fighting or pretending. Sweaters have holes for a reason. Dress with paint to fit in here. Did you miss the memo? Its ok, someone will drive by and laugh...then you'll learn.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Wise Moments?
what is your first love?
trees and new notebooks i suppose
where do you create?
places that feel comfortable. wombs.
what do you want to do?
i try to be honest. i don't know
who are you?
an attempt!
trees and new notebooks i suppose
where do you create?
places that feel comfortable. wombs.
what do you want to do?
i try to be honest. i don't know
who are you?
an attempt!
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