*LONG ROAD**VOORHEES*

ARTEMIS

REPRISE

A kiss on the cheek from a stranger returning from Australia,
Drifting off to sleep as we fly through the snowstorm,
landing in the city, driving into the dead forest,
and I'm back home.


IMAGES FROM HISKOOL

DON'T STUDY||HAVE A LAUGH

"Both teens are starting to realize a fundamental difference between Britain... and Africa."
"It's just basically you got to be a rebel to be cool, but here you got to be smart to be cool."
"It's really bizarre."
"Yeah."

TAME IMPALA

I'm feeling chatty.
So I hate living in a dorm and trying to hide things in pictures like my roommate's football print comforter.
Yes, football print.

The only bare wall in this whole place is if I kneel down under the towel rack in the bathroom.
Gah just 4 more days.

21ST CENTURY DOODLE

Pak T'ae-wǒn

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

Finals start tomorrow
and I'm sick.
Which was totally predictable.

BITCHES CALL ME ZODIAC

Combat boots and a clear umbrella
keep all three of us dry from the rain.
Back to that place of previous shame,
they all sit around the strobe light
waiting for their party guests.
Out from the orange grove,
through the bundles of weed
comes the man who lives in the shed.
The smell of incest or maybe incense
lingers in the room of the Persian king.
Let's drop a tab of x
and paper the walls with mushrooms.
Hey look a kitty!

COMFORT

OH but also
I totally found
themanimgoingtomarry:

Squeel!

\\DAWN OF TIME//

EVRY1'S A CRTC

Remember that time we were driving through Ohio
and we stopped at that little art gallery
where an old woman proudly showed off her paintings?
She pointed to the one of which she most admired,
of a woman reclining on her side.
And you, you two artists, you scoffed and sneered.
She went into the back room for something,
and out with your brushes you pulled,
and began adding to the painting in your own way.
What was once dull and ordinary was now
vibrant, new, and spectacular.
"This woman knows nothing of Art," you said,
"She will not even notice its awakening."
And in fact she didn't, she once again beamed
at what she thought was still hers.
On the way back to the car, I remarked at how
beautiful the painting had become, and you two
laughed at my notion that "beauty" was a criteria for art criticism.
"What do you know of art history? Or of theory?"
But it was already late, so we dropped it
and drove on.

TURKEY TURKEY

This is, in fact, not from wandering around a mountain, but from the night spent stranded downtown carrying two pies. Good thing that bus driver let me ride home for a dollar.
That's what I get for wearing heels :/