birdtalk

new journal

Sat, 17 May 2008 02:50:45 GMT

FYI

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:22:34 GMT

photos and more photos-and some text

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 12:24:12 GMT

I am allergic to the heat in my home. I am allergic to the heavy breathing in my room, and the skin and the moving around in circles until neither one of us has even an inch of blanket. [Take a deep breath] I just need space. Or to travel to space. Or get lost in space.

A dark three-headed demon by the name of cancer has yet again infested the spine of my cousin. The doctors have done all they can. I really don’t understand the concept of waiting to die. Honestly I don’t understand cancer or tumors or infusions or radiation or wheel chairs or saying good-bye even though they are still blinking and air is being pushed in and through their lungs.

Oh and by the way it is my birthday.

the tea shop and wade

tea pots

alex and I

me taken by wade

tea and constume.

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 23:28:02 GMT

I start work in ten minutes. The sky cannot decide if it wants to rain or shine. I got my halloween costume today which involves a fake baby seal fur jacket from the 70's and a striped dress and penny loafers. I am margot tennenbaum. I decided against the wig and I am just going to go blonde for halloween. Chris will be my Richie. We will be beautiful.

I am going to finish my english breakfast mixed with forrest park and start my night of work.

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 11:03:11 GMT

I smell nice.

the end.

pitter-patter

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 08:35:24 GMT

I think the rain will fall tomorrow. I think I will enjoy it.
I have the urge to keep moving Montreal? Iceland? Ireland? I am a citizen of the last option. I have hospital bills, phone bills, rent bills, food bills...no dollar bills.

I will be one year older next week.
One year closer to death.
One year closer to more bills.

fuck it.
lets head south, beautiful I'll braid my hair and speak in a tong no one will recognize. Fix you up real sharp in a fine suit and call you sir. Shine those shoes, oh lets play house. Oh lets head south.

just some photos

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 17:54:56 GMT

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 11:17:34 GMT

Your earth is not my earth. You know nothing of this serious nature, or this hopeless insanity, or this longing to fit so perfectly again like the shells on the hips of the eastern coast shores. I am nauseous from all the blood that I sip from my lips from the biting and the gnawing, and the grinding of my teeth when you say these words that mangle in time to the beat of some un-healthy un-happy hobos foot steps on the street. And this is where I, Our, Your path diverts. This is where we say our amends and we never look back. But your hand held mine over and over again exactly at the right second, and I stopped feeling sorry for you. I stopped shoving my fists in the air, or into my pockets. I stoppes re-using the od polaroids from years past and the old notes from lovers that I never had. This passive aggressive way about me does not fit into your little puzzle.

you've got Boston in your bones

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 10:38:15 GMT

I miss these ladies with all my heart.
Dear Boston,
your move...... meaning move closer.
meaning I still ask my self what am I doing here?

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 13:50:58 GMT

This is pillow talk.

And I stuff my pockets full of thread and hope you wont notice the trail as I decide to walk away from anything that could be serious, and self destruction seems like a better option.