
Am looking for a suitable birth certificate: I moved into my new apartment almost exclusively via help from sally-ann homeless people and public transit--fuck the man, man. Still no desk chair, am sitting, currently, on the box my ibook came in (also doubles as handy table for Turkish tea and garlic naan breakfast, holds baroque ashtrays just fine). Draped with pink scarf from Oaxaca. Huh? Oh wait--am dutifully distracted by all this personal space:
1) B-A-N-G-S!
2) New Apartment/furniture, including: painted vintage cars (1904-1918) on handsized tumblers. Water carriers, putt-putt--so: drinkable vrroomm. (finally)
3) Currently finishing water from 1908 Model-T FORD (so says black print beneath the car).
4) 2 more nicknames!
5) (an) "S.O. Nouveau" (not trying to be obnoxious with "quotation marks")
6) Yellow flowers, typed Baudelaire quote seared onto pot.
7) _ _ _ _. i.e.: no longer ridiculous, absurd. Tho'--
8) on my roof, we have throaty pigeons--
9) call them Avian, (when talking to birds, seagull bellys, wings outstretched to tips illuminated from white glow of insurance logo)
10) Well, might as well (say as much, dirt-caked cooing).
11) Otherwise: holy danger post. (!):
12) Paranoia of a thirteen year old--jampacked locker, top shelf.
You are alive! Glory be!
E-mail me back you straight-cropped cunt.
I thought last night, in my peanut buttery abandon, about how much you would be better than the space enclosed within the four walls of my room just then. The thought isn't uncommon.
Xavier
Posted by: Xavier at May 10, 2006 2:00 PMoh my good lord: you missed me having a Good Run of it these last couple of weeks. I carried everything on my back, all over town, pinked with lint and unfolded tea towels: caro straight from the dictionary. Alive like nothing else. I so would like for you to be here to share in all this motion, dried fruit. Will be getting camera batteries quite soonish. Expect documentation. I'm getting on this thing. God I miss you/your voice. sending so many four-walled hugs. xoxox
Posted by: caroline at May 11, 2006 11:48 AMi miss.
Posted by: mathew/b at May 11, 2006 12:05 PMI have landed.
I haven't heard from you in a while.
I miss.
yes.
I am a bit worried.
you just made me weepy again.
please send word(s).
xoxoxo
Posted by: caroline at May 11, 2006 12:57 PMVery Edie Sedgewick. But I assume that's what you were going for, you cunning minx.
Posted by: Edmorus at May 13, 2006 2:42 AMWell Edie as for Queen--yes, precise estimate. tho' it really went something like this:
"Graeme, I've been wearing this sweater for four days. I feel dirty. Probably smell. Does this sweater smell?"
"You just smell like 'girl'."
"That would be the girly deodorant."
"Here, wear my stripped shirt. It's really small and tight on me."
"I presume it's stretchy."
"It's stretchy."
So I wore it for the next three days. Then the Smell of Girl returned, so I changed into something else. Can't remember what it was. I realize the heartbreak my poor recollection will bring. For all.
Edie had a song written for her by Bob Dylan. He does not, to the best of my knowledge, have a song about the Smell of Girl. (Sounds like a schoolyard chant, actually.) Leonard Cohen probably would, though it would be something veiled about lillies and moonlight and violins. Pablo Neruda would come up with a sonnet about it, and it wouldn't sound the least bit sordid and too-cheap-to-do-laundry. That's the beauty of Art; hides the student-y bits.
Posted by: Edmorus at May 13, 2006 3:26 PMlooking cute, caro...
M.Roberts....looking the same, as always.
ed, yes, i know that song well, my friend, pillboxed. there's another he wrote for her--you're a big girl now, no? i believe so.
oh, there's a film about cohen coming out in july, i believe!! go to apple trailers to see about it if you haven't already.
Posted by: caroline at May 16, 2006 12:06 PMmel:
you are hilarious. i keep seeing amelia everywhere. seriously. what is up with you guys, anyway?
Posted by: caroline at May 16, 2006 12:07 PMWHAT??????????? Leonard Motherfucking Cohen is having a biopic done about him? OMFG. It's about bloody time. (*skeddadles to see trailer*) This reminds me of the Bob Dylan Martin Scorsese doc that came out last fall. OMG. MUST get the soundtrack. Thak you, Boobus for letting me know about this.
Oh, and I think you mean "Just Like A Woman," which is what I was referring to. Didn't know "Leopard-Skin Pillbox Hat" was for her as well.
Now I'm horny for two old Jews.
Again.