Let’s Stay Awake & Afraid Of This

Don’t underestimate how the complexities of human character become cartoonish over time. Doubt your version of your best friends. Let them impress you like strangers. Let’s live forever like we just met.

things we already know

The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking

chortled

WHAT THE SIGNS NEED MORE THAN ANYTHING

Aries:	a reality check
Taurus:	a line of coke and a karaoke machine
Gemini:	a slap and a mood stabilizer
Cancer:	a box of tissues and a block of chocolate
Leo:	a room without mirrors
Virgo:	a xanax
Libra:	a backbone
Scorpio:	to be escorted into hell
Sagittarius:	to sit still
Capricorn:	a joint
Aquarius:	to fucking listen
Pisces:	to just... chill for a sec

tushe'

I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.

—Roland Barthes

a great lover

Wake up when you have to.

Take as much air as you need.

Examine trivial details, the bubbled foam on a just-used but not-yet-rinsed toothbrush.

Eat what you eat too often.

Swallow.

Consider not death but certain dead people.

See that building you’ve been seeing every day, every day.

Use words with two meanings.

Overhear conversations without intending to, then listen.

Inwardly criticize your own small talk.

Make decisions that require no action.

Tolerate what is both intolerable and not changing anytime soon.

Pass through moods that are undoubtedly influenced by weather yet seem, on the contrary, to orchestrate it.

Doubt your memories.

Mistake loved ones.

Sabotage your designs.

Suspect that even as you endure it, a person in the distant future is trying to conceive of life in this era—and failing.

Lack answers to anticipated questions.

Notice how animals cut through space, the upcurve made by a flock of birds.

Imagine what it’s like in countries and decide which ones to visit.

Perceive time, rather clumsily, as order, change, and infinite horizon.

Don’t always adjust.

Sleep when you can.

there is this fantasy i intermitantly entertain
about learning a complex dance duet
and there are also a few others
which- when I pause to examine
are really all-together quite attainable.
and so i wonder if the strikes on bucket lists
are really just a matter of timing,
and choice;
so long as the hour hand has
X amount of revolutions to absolve-
delayed gratification can perhaps be justified
as a plausible ethic
to apply
to this sticky sap
--of longing.

(so young)

hey remember that time when we made so many lists we had to buy a special notebook?

Quinoa
pomegranate seeds
fishermans pants
cows & bulls
ginger tea

(shh)

whatever swings your string

up there it was sunny and people were flying, very business-like

looking at the bright side, while standing in the shade.