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observation of the day's end feels
almost sacred.
as the sun's nightly retreat nears completion,
the day's birds chirp their last songs.
they are ever so sweet to me
and will not be forgotten
when moon takes her seat on the throne
and darkness reigns till morning.
i hold them dear, ears perked,
(now the dogs,
the duet)
till nests are full and
silence settles upon the earth.
and i shall await the return
of their winged voices.
a bark of farewell,
now silence.
the final layers of dark have settled
into place.
thoughts of nothing but
how lovely are the river waters, as they part
for boats in the night
and whether or not i am
actually upside-down at this moment..
and now thunder has suddenly begun to march the skies and the clouds in the darkness up there send rain beating down to water the trees, the humans, keeping us alive, and its quite an unexpectedly vivacious parade for the evening if i do say so myself.
a little recap of rexxlife, lately
:
ears:
wugazi - 13 chambers
muddy waters/howlin' wolf - muddy and the wolf
jawbox - for your own special sweetheart
slayer - seasons in the abyss
late nights, good beers.
long, peace-filled walks after work, nights.
down a mountain, over a river, into the city.
pausing to lie in the grass in the dark park outside of a downtown hotel. the point where the walk ends and i am not yet ready to slip into the city from the trees. watching life go on blatantly before my eyes. so much at once. brightly lit, far enough off, unsuspecting. so many windows, each with a different view. and simply taking in the scene as a whole. so many thoughts here. a place to blow my own mind in peace and wanting to some day put it into words..
scrabble.
burgatory.
(build your own burger, rexxy style:
peppercorn rub, horseradish cheddar cheese, bacon, fried egg, sriracha remoulade, cabernet sauce, jalapenos, caramelized onion marmalade, onion crisps)
chocolate milkshake with coffee and crushed donuts mixed in.
(
)
job #1:
job#2:
(complete with three magical spiders who descend precisely aligned in three windows each night as the sun begins to fade, and enjoy the view with me
)
cooking ridiculous things such as deep fried bites full of barbecue chicken, bacon, jalapenos, and macaroni and cheese .
spending lots of days and nights out on the porch with my favorite person. drinking, grilling, chatting, whatevering, enjoying the spicy weather in our little sliver of pittsburgh.
^^^^^^^^ (bacon cameo!!!!!) ^^^^^^^^^
next weekend: SLAYER! \m/
thoughts i must dispense on my current reading: maldoror by comte de lautreamont aka isidore lucien ducasse
a pretty indescribable work of literature that i'm absolutely in love with thus far. it isn't really fiction, or non. not a novel or a poem. almost a philosophy. absolutely shocking with its contents of malice and gore and fucking radical controversy for its time. a smashing use of language. a fucking exploraaaaation into language! its one of those things you just have to read to understand. if you like seeing the fruits of pushing a sick mind to the limit and possess somewhat misanthropic qualities, i suggest this.
i am currently munching on kiwi and peaches.
i love juicy fruits.
and burning stick after stick of incense
and sex after sex after sex
and absurd gore
and squinty-eyed cats trying to stay awake
and tiny birds hopping in front of skyscrapers!
well, that's whats in my nutshell since we last spoke.
my candles have burnt down low.
time to light them with a noodle.
i could of course use a grill lighter,
or an incense stick,
but something in my brain tells my nose that it really enjoys the smell of a noodle, aflame
goodnight baby,
stay sparkly.
<3 Rexx
almost sacred.
as the sun's nightly retreat nears completion,
the day's birds chirp their last songs.
they are ever so sweet to me
and will not be forgotten
when moon takes her seat on the throne
and darkness reigns till morning.
i hold them dear, ears perked,
(now the dogs,
the duet)
till nests are full and
silence settles upon the earth.
and i shall await the return
of their winged voices.
a bark of farewell,
now silence.
the final layers of dark have settled
into place.
thoughts of nothing but
how lovely are the river waters, as they part
for boats in the night
and whether or not i am
actually upside-down at this moment..
and now thunder has suddenly begun to march the skies and the clouds in the darkness up there send rain beating down to water the trees, the humans, keeping us alive, and its quite an unexpectedly vivacious parade for the evening if i do say so myself.
a little recap of rexxlife, lately
:ears:
wugazi - 13 chambers
muddy waters/howlin' wolf - muddy and the wolf
jawbox - for your own special sweetheart
slayer - seasons in the abyss
late nights, good beers.
long, peace-filled walks after work, nights.
down a mountain, over a river, into the city.
pausing to lie in the grass in the dark park outside of a downtown hotel. the point where the walk ends and i am not yet ready to slip into the city from the trees. watching life go on blatantly before my eyes. so much at once. brightly lit, far enough off, unsuspecting. so many windows, each with a different view. and simply taking in the scene as a whole. so many thoughts here. a place to blow my own mind in peace and wanting to some day put it into words..
scrabble.
burgatory.
(build your own burger, rexxy style:
peppercorn rub, horseradish cheddar cheese, bacon, fried egg, sriracha remoulade, cabernet sauce, jalapenos, caramelized onion marmalade, onion crisps)
chocolate milkshake with coffee and crushed donuts mixed in.
(
)job #1:
job#2:
(complete with three magical spiders who descend precisely aligned in three windows each night as the sun begins to fade, and enjoy the view with me
)cooking ridiculous things such as deep fried bites full of barbecue chicken, bacon, jalapenos, and macaroni and cheese .
spending lots of days and nights out on the porch with my favorite person. drinking, grilling, chatting, whatevering, enjoying the spicy weather in our little sliver of pittsburgh.
^^^^^^^^ (bacon cameo!!!!!) ^^^^^^^^^
next weekend: SLAYER! \m/
thoughts i must dispense on my current reading: maldoror by comte de lautreamont aka isidore lucien ducasse
a pretty indescribable work of literature that i'm absolutely in love with thus far. it isn't really fiction, or non. not a novel or a poem. almost a philosophy. absolutely shocking with its contents of malice and gore and fucking radical controversy for its time. a smashing use of language. a fucking exploraaaaation into language! its one of those things you just have to read to understand. if you like seeing the fruits of pushing a sick mind to the limit and possess somewhat misanthropic qualities, i suggest this.
i am currently munching on kiwi and peaches.
i love juicy fruits.
and burning stick after stick of incense
and sex after sex after sex
and absurd gore
and squinty-eyed cats trying to stay awake
and tiny birds hopping in front of skyscrapers!
well, that's whats in my nutshell since we last spoke.
my candles have burnt down low.
time to light them with a noodle.
i could of course use a grill lighter,
or an incense stick,
but something in my brain tells my nose that it really enjoys the smell of a noodle, aflame
goodnight baby,
stay sparkly.
<3 Rexx
meow. 
its been awhile since i've been in the midst of all you freaky people who make the beauty of the world
i am currently melting in my room with the wax dripping from my candles
but i am free of clothing and do not mind the heat too much.
listening to adai - felo de se
i just got home from work a bit ago,
a few weeks ago i acquired a second job that was simply meant to be.
in a nut shell it involves reading three nights a week on top of a mountain.
sipping coffee, perhaps irish
,
crossword puzzling, chatting with my few nifty coworkers, observing baby birds,
occasionally answering phones and putting classy butts in seats so that they may consume fine cuisine while taking in the incredible view of the pittsburgh skyline.
i'm a busy rexxy bee with two jobs but it feels nice and of course i never feel i work too much.
i have also been slowly but surely making arrangements to take some classes in the fall, eventually leading up to attending the pittsburgh institute of mortuary science (i hope) which i've been interested in doing for years but have been awaiting the ripe financial aid-rich age of twenty four. and generally just lazy about all the paperwork and busy scampering my bootybooty all 'round the u. s. of a.
saturday i scurried down to virginia to meet up with my lovaaah, who has been in europe for the past month doing his thang with gifts from enola.
as always upon his return, i'm a happy, happy girl.
the past month i've been up to my usual antics "in my free time" as they say…
but i say its all freeeeeee time baby, enjoy yourself inside work and out
or at least don't mind it.
wandering about the city both aimlessly and with purpose, but always with bare toes and a great reverence for the nature and small, enjoyable scenes and moments all around us.
drinking lots of coffee. some black. some with 'skey. some covered in marshmallows.
cooking delicious things like maple-glazed salmon topped with crumbled bacon, fried perogies, and spinach, egg, and cheese 'cupcakes'
being fascinated (in a disgust-ridden sort of way) by society in ways such as wondering why all around town and beyond little independent diners and grocers and bookstores are going out of business, while stores devoted soley to trendy and over-priced shower doors are thriving…and in MY NAME. the corpse-fucking bastards.
meeting bella donna
and, well, i'll just end it with that
my book is calling my name, and therefore off i go into the lateness of the night.
book. boy. booze. the glory of sleeping in sweetly lingering behind it all.
so, that's what has been up with me.
whattabout yinz?
what thoughts are in your noggin?
i will leave you with these commonly stated words of wisdom that i feel are often over-looked for "deeper" or "more intelligent" philosophies:
1. eat. drink. be merry.
2. wake up and smell the bacon.
i recently read in a book a memoir including a chinese slogan written on a wall in a coffee shop in japan:
"chiisa no, heibon na shiawase de ii---"
"A small, ordinary happiness is enough."
till next time..
<3 Rexx
its been awhile since i've been in the midst of all you freaky people who make the beauty of the world
i am currently melting in my room with the wax dripping from my candles
but i am free of clothing and do not mind the heat too much.
listening to adai - felo de se
i just got home from work a bit ago,
a few weeks ago i acquired a second job that was simply meant to be.
in a nut shell it involves reading three nights a week on top of a mountain.
sipping coffee, perhaps irish
, crossword puzzling, chatting with my few nifty coworkers, observing baby birds,
occasionally answering phones and putting classy butts in seats so that they may consume fine cuisine while taking in the incredible view of the pittsburgh skyline.
i'm a busy rexxy bee with two jobs but it feels nice and of course i never feel i work too much.
i have also been slowly but surely making arrangements to take some classes in the fall, eventually leading up to attending the pittsburgh institute of mortuary science (i hope) which i've been interested in doing for years but have been awaiting the ripe financial aid-rich age of twenty four. and generally just lazy about all the paperwork and busy scampering my bootybooty all 'round the u. s. of a.
saturday i scurried down to virginia to meet up with my lovaaah, who has been in europe for the past month doing his thang with gifts from enola.
as always upon his return, i'm a happy, happy girl.
the past month i've been up to my usual antics "in my free time" as they say…
but i say its all freeeeeee time baby, enjoy yourself inside work and out
or at least don't mind it.
wandering about the city both aimlessly and with purpose, but always with bare toes and a great reverence for the nature and small, enjoyable scenes and moments all around us.
drinking lots of coffee. some black. some with 'skey. some covered in marshmallows.
cooking delicious things like maple-glazed salmon topped with crumbled bacon, fried perogies, and spinach, egg, and cheese 'cupcakes'
being fascinated (in a disgust-ridden sort of way) by society in ways such as wondering why all around town and beyond little independent diners and grocers and bookstores are going out of business, while stores devoted soley to trendy and over-priced shower doors are thriving…and in MY NAME. the corpse-fucking bastards.
meeting bella donna
and, well, i'll just end it with that
my book is calling my name, and therefore off i go into the lateness of the night.
book. boy. booze. the glory of sleeping in sweetly lingering behind it all.
so, that's what has been up with me.
whattabout yinz?
what thoughts are in your noggin?
i will leave you with these commonly stated words of wisdom that i feel are often over-looked for "deeper" or "more intelligent" philosophies:
1. eat. drink. be merry.
2. wake up and smell the bacon.
i recently read in a book a memoir including a chinese slogan written on a wall in a coffee shop in japan:
"chiisa no, heibon na shiawase de ii---"
"A small, ordinary happiness is enough."
till next time..
<3 Rexx
sounds: iggy pop. melvins. fugazi.
sights: glitter. trees.
tastes: rexxy-baked spice cake with butterscotch pudding filling and maple buttercream frosting
smells: melting wax of hazelnut creme and vanilla spice candles. grass.
feeling: skeletal
reading:
(night.)
sun up when i began
four mile walk home for the soul
been gazing at the sidewalk and into
windows and away from cars
that whistle and meow.
suddenly shifting my gaze upward and
the sky is a dreamy shade of bluegrayblack.
storm clouds dark, alive, ready to release
their burden.
but they seem to wait for me.
the strand of buildings i have passed hundreds of
times before
(and with wearier legs and spirit)
lays flat against the dark yet vibrant night sky
like an old western movie town,
cardboard.
as though with one tiny flick
i could watch it fall in a unified heap.
bothering not to trample or burn,
just to carry on
my way,
unaffected.
the street-lit asphalt shimmers with broken glass
(its the new dew on morning grass)
an urban vision i admit to marveling in.
though nothing shimmers
like a town untouched but for snow.
given depth, silenced.
a blanket beneath which the earth and i rest momentarily
from man,
who huddles indoors.
life is peaceful, productive, and super groovy, lately.
though the love is on another continent
and time clings to the walls
like a jar full of molasses,
but i'm learning to savor her drip as well as her flight.
well, just a little update.
i'll tell you more, soon,
when i'm not sneaking on my roommate's computer. shhh.
bye bye, now, my love peaches! i hope things are amazing!
<3 Rexxy
sights: glitter. trees.
tastes: rexxy-baked spice cake with butterscotch pudding filling and maple buttercream frosting
smells: melting wax of hazelnut creme and vanilla spice candles. grass.
feeling: skeletal
reading:
(night.)
sun up when i began
four mile walk home for the soul
been gazing at the sidewalk and into
windows and away from cars
that whistle and meow.
suddenly shifting my gaze upward and
the sky is a dreamy shade of bluegrayblack.
storm clouds dark, alive, ready to release
their burden.
but they seem to wait for me.
the strand of buildings i have passed hundreds of
times before
(and with wearier legs and spirit)
lays flat against the dark yet vibrant night sky
like an old western movie town,
cardboard.
as though with one tiny flick
i could watch it fall in a unified heap.
bothering not to trample or burn,
just to carry on
my way,
unaffected.
the street-lit asphalt shimmers with broken glass
(its the new dew on morning grass)
an urban vision i admit to marveling in.
though nothing shimmers
like a town untouched but for snow.
given depth, silenced.
a blanket beneath which the earth and i rest momentarily
from man,
who huddles indoors.
life is peaceful, productive, and super groovy, lately.
though the love is on another continent
and time clings to the walls
like a jar full of molasses,
but i'm learning to savor her drip as well as her flight.
well, just a little update.
i'll tell you more, soon,
when i'm not sneaking on my roommate's computer. shhh.
bye bye, now, my love peaches! i hope things are amazing!
<3 Rexxy
(a past morning in the woods)
steam rises curiously into the atmosphere
from its ceramic, sea-foam dwelling
rested upon a stone-top table.
i am perched in a corner of brick.
trees and grass,
exuberant,
burst forth.
a clear wall behind,
windows opening to the outside.
how pleasant. but how strange..
i never noticed
or had forgotten.
i welcome the heat,
the sun,
the hive,
the inevitability of decay.
a crack extends and opens like a
secret-beholding hand
down the porch of my youth,
spreading and widening,
tragically beautiful.
i erase the cars
parked and passing,
the houses beside
and across the way.
i hear the birds,
see the trees impossibly high,
the pine fading in the heat.
i smell fresh coffee and mulch,
enjoy the duet,
drinking it in,
while all of this earth surrounds me
and does not give up.
some believe that tonight
the world as we know it
will end.
i believe that the world will give us no warning,
no mercy,
for we have shown it none.
though, we manipulate.
she only takes her course.
and it is her way i take as my example.
when she wills it,
without malice,
we will be the bulldozed,
the buried.
in millions of lifeless heads high hopes of heaven will finally rot
as will we,
to be elegantly churned
into the immortal dirt palace
of the earth.
a clean slate will be lain
but unlike grass from city sidewalks
we will not rise, persevering, through the cracks.
and surely it will be a most beautiful day
like today,
trees swaying carefree in the breeze.
i smile upon a whiskered voyeur of birds in the window and
bees from dreams that now buzz
around my head and
in peace
i sip and wait
for the past week i have been addicted to this:
life is groovy. thinking, outdoor hanging, fucking, eating, drinking, and being merry.
sunday i was lucky enough to see converge play in unsmoke art space in braddock, pa. it was the show of my dreams. tiny, makeshift venue, small, hardcore as fuck crowd. i always wanted my first converge show to be reminiscent of their nineties shows, but i never thought i would get the chance or that they would ever play a show like this again simply due to the level they have reached over the years. they put on an absolutely incredible and unforgettable show. i can die happy. i found some really great photos from the show that someone took here if you are interested.
this one is my personal favorite, for it involves jacob bannon as well as my dude.
well,
sinking into the hot summer night i go.
farewell my sweet baby love rays.
<3 Rexx
steam rises curiously into the atmosphere
from its ceramic, sea-foam dwelling
rested upon a stone-top table.
i am perched in a corner of brick.
trees and grass,
exuberant,
burst forth.
a clear wall behind,
windows opening to the outside.
how pleasant. but how strange..
i never noticed
or had forgotten.
i welcome the heat,
the sun,
the hive,
the inevitability of decay.
a crack extends and opens like a
secret-beholding hand
down the porch of my youth,
spreading and widening,
tragically beautiful.
i erase the cars
parked and passing,
the houses beside
and across the way.
i hear the birds,
see the trees impossibly high,
the pine fading in the heat.
i smell fresh coffee and mulch,
enjoy the duet,
drinking it in,
while all of this earth surrounds me
and does not give up.
some believe that tonight
the world as we know it
will end.
i believe that the world will give us no warning,
no mercy,
for we have shown it none.
though, we manipulate.
she only takes her course.
and it is her way i take as my example.
when she wills it,
without malice,
we will be the bulldozed,
the buried.
in millions of lifeless heads high hopes of heaven will finally rot
as will we,
to be elegantly churned
into the immortal dirt palace
of the earth.
a clean slate will be lain
but unlike grass from city sidewalks
we will not rise, persevering, through the cracks.
and surely it will be a most beautiful day
like today,
trees swaying carefree in the breeze.
i smile upon a whiskered voyeur of birds in the window and
bees from dreams that now buzz
around my head and
in peace
i sip and wait
for the past week i have been addicted to this:
life is groovy. thinking, outdoor hanging, fucking, eating, drinking, and being merry.
sunday i was lucky enough to see converge play in unsmoke art space in braddock, pa. it was the show of my dreams. tiny, makeshift venue, small, hardcore as fuck crowd. i always wanted my first converge show to be reminiscent of their nineties shows, but i never thought i would get the chance or that they would ever play a show like this again simply due to the level they have reached over the years. they put on an absolutely incredible and unforgettable show. i can die happy. i found some really great photos from the show that someone took here if you are interested.
this one is my personal favorite, for it involves jacob bannon as well as my dude.
well,
sinking into the hot summer night i go.
farewell my sweet baby love rays.
<3 Rexx
listening: centaur - in streams // nile - annihilation of the wicked
reading: john clare - selected poems
wearing: nothing
feeling: sexed. lazy. full of homemade pizza.
life since we last spoke has consisted of the following:
sunny mornings sipping orange juice and staring out the window before work.
working as many hours as i can snag, which still isn't so much.
but the weather is nice and i don't mind
the in between
much of the time i have spent at work has consisted of finally completing dostoevksy's the idiot (which was a fabulous book as always for him) and doodles inspired by pigeons pecking at scraps.
there have been many grand nights of incense and candles and this big bottle of whiskey.
i constructed a precious whiskey nest for ultimate balance while multi-tasking in bed.
last thursday i took megabus(es) to virginia for a few days to see my younger sister's dance recital, visit with family, relax away from the city life. my childhood room is still polar bears, cookie and coffee pillows, purple walls. inevitably it will change but i hope it never does. when i go home i always sip from my old favorite coffee mug. (which now makes me think of hunter s. thompson) and spend plenty of time with josie, my soul-cat. we like to stare out windows at birds and feel zen as we squint and stretch and curl into the sun.
(ruffles was always my favorite p.b. )
enjoyed a relaxing and wild car ride as always back to pittsburgh with my love. i sipped sierra nevadas most of the way. flying down a road with completely bare skin, music turned up loud, wind and cars zipping all around in the dark. electrifying.
the boy leaves soon to tour europe with his band gifts from enola for a few weeks
oh how i wish i could say i would meet you there,
but swing by if you dig, my european babies, and tell me all about it
i have a free bus ticket to anywhere that expires in july.
i'm still deciding.
somewhere quiet. somewhere beautiful. somewhere without tourists. somewhere i can be undisturbed for days and bask in the glory of nature and solitude.
i'm not sure where life is taking me next,
but its taking me somewhere new.
my current situation leaves me feeling a slight dissatisfaction
slight
i enjoy the uncertainty
it means something new is on the horizon
the world is mine
and i just have to decide what i want next and go for it
a great deal of humanity exhausts me
with their concerns that aren't those of mine
(their constant desire for explanation,
their lack of a broad understanding,
the designer and mcdonalds bags they clutch)
i'd like to get out of the city
away from the crowds,
the business
the relentless construction
the big buildings blocking the sun
well, anyway..
just a bitty update.
i hope you are having the loveliest of days.
<3 Rexx
p.s. thank you, julie christmas. i bow at the feet of your exquisitely harrowing eloquence.
reading: john clare - selected poems
wearing: nothing
feeling: sexed. lazy. full of homemade pizza.
life since we last spoke has consisted of the following:
sunny mornings sipping orange juice and staring out the window before work.
working as many hours as i can snag, which still isn't so much.
but the weather is nice and i don't mind
the in between
much of the time i have spent at work has consisted of finally completing dostoevksy's the idiot (which was a fabulous book as always for him) and doodles inspired by pigeons pecking at scraps.
there have been many grand nights of incense and candles and this big bottle of whiskey.
i constructed a precious whiskey nest for ultimate balance while multi-tasking in bed.
last thursday i took megabus(es) to virginia for a few days to see my younger sister's dance recital, visit with family, relax away from the city life. my childhood room is still polar bears, cookie and coffee pillows, purple walls. inevitably it will change but i hope it never does. when i go home i always sip from my old favorite coffee mug. (which now makes me think of hunter s. thompson) and spend plenty of time with josie, my soul-cat. we like to stare out windows at birds and feel zen as we squint and stretch and curl into the sun.
(ruffles was always my favorite p.b. )
enjoyed a relaxing and wild car ride as always back to pittsburgh with my love. i sipped sierra nevadas most of the way. flying down a road with completely bare skin, music turned up loud, wind and cars zipping all around in the dark. electrifying.
the boy leaves soon to tour europe with his band gifts from enola for a few weeks
oh how i wish i could say i would meet you there,
but swing by if you dig, my european babies, and tell me all about it
i have a free bus ticket to anywhere that expires in july.
i'm still deciding.
somewhere quiet. somewhere beautiful. somewhere without tourists. somewhere i can be undisturbed for days and bask in the glory of nature and solitude.
i'm not sure where life is taking me next,
but its taking me somewhere new.
my current situation leaves me feeling a slight dissatisfaction
slight
i enjoy the uncertainty
it means something new is on the horizon
the world is mine
and i just have to decide what i want next and go for it
a great deal of humanity exhausts me
with their concerns that aren't those of mine
(their constant desire for explanation,
their lack of a broad understanding,
the designer and mcdonalds bags they clutch)
i'd like to get out of the city
away from the crowds,
the business
the relentless construction
the big buildings blocking the sun
well, anyway..
just a bitty update.
i hope you are having the loveliest of days.
<3 Rexx
p.s. thank you, julie christmas. i bow at the feet of your exquisitely harrowing eloquence.
rexxy here!
stopping in to fill you in on recent haps.
which are pretty much "the yooge"
working as much as possible.
aka
dwelling in a dark establishment drinking free coffee and reaffirming my disgust for ignoramuses of all varieties.
cooking and consuming
aka
peanut butter/chocolate chip waffles.
cheesy, hammy, bacony, eggy, scallopy potatoey delights.
irregularly shaped chocolate chip cookies
basking in the way that agent cooper drinks coffee with such verve and developing insatiable cravings for slices of cherry pie. otherwise known as watching twin peaks, season one.
drinking lots of coffee myself on the porch for ever and ever.
whiskey.
sex.
melting into floors and becoming reptilian.
lots of converge, neurosis,and acid bath on the jam machine.
lots of reading.
slayer in july.
converge in less than two fucking weeks.
cheese cubes en masse.
naked friday the thirteenth viewing of friday the 13th, properly.
and not enough yoga which i will change right meow.
then a hot, hot shower.
and a book.
all with nag champa smoke drifting about which i haven't been able to afford for over a month.
but thanks to my loving roommate, i may intoxicate my nostrils with delight, tonight.
in less than two weeks i'll have dolladolla bills once more. been fine without, always am. but looking forward to little luxuries. travels, tattoos, crazy food, good coffee beans to grind and press, frenchly.
but alas the time has come for my eyes to part ways with this screen.
what have you been up to?
what did you eat for breakfast?
what was the last song you danced naked to?
(i can't remember mine and that is a terrible thing that i must change. NOW. i'll let you know. )
i hope all is amazing.
ta'ta, love morsels.
<3 Rexx
cracked window
rain pours down
the axe settles in her eye
wide open
my nails into flesh
lights off, bloodbath on
miles down the road a
tiny caterpillar crawls on
no bigger than a speck of dust
and i wonder about it
as i fall asleep
on a chilled,
noodle-scented middle of the night
(savor.)
stopping in to fill you in on recent haps.
which are pretty much "the yooge"
working as much as possible.
aka
dwelling in a dark establishment drinking free coffee and reaffirming my disgust for ignoramuses of all varieties.
cooking and consuming
aka
peanut butter/chocolate chip waffles.
cheesy, hammy, bacony, eggy, scallopy potatoey delights.
irregularly shaped chocolate chip cookies
basking in the way that agent cooper drinks coffee with such verve and developing insatiable cravings for slices of cherry pie. otherwise known as watching twin peaks, season one.
drinking lots of coffee myself on the porch for ever and ever.
whiskey.
sex.
melting into floors and becoming reptilian.
lots of converge, neurosis,and acid bath on the jam machine.
lots of reading.
slayer in july.
converge in less than two fucking weeks.
cheese cubes en masse.
naked friday the thirteenth viewing of friday the 13th, properly.
and not enough yoga which i will change right meow.
then a hot, hot shower.
and a book.
all with nag champa smoke drifting about which i haven't been able to afford for over a month.
but thanks to my loving roommate, i may intoxicate my nostrils with delight, tonight.
in less than two weeks i'll have dolladolla bills once more. been fine without, always am. but looking forward to little luxuries. travels, tattoos, crazy food, good coffee beans to grind and press, frenchly.
but alas the time has come for my eyes to part ways with this screen.
what have you been up to?
what did you eat for breakfast?
what was the last song you danced naked to?
(i can't remember mine and that is a terrible thing that i must change. NOW. i'll let you know.
)i hope all is amazing.
ta'ta, love morsels.
<3 Rexx
cracked window
rain pours down
the axe settles in her eye
wide open
my nails into flesh
lights off, bloodbath on
miles down the road a
tiny caterpillar crawls on
no bigger than a speck of dust
and i wonder about it
as i fall asleep
on a chilled,
noodle-scented middle of the night
(savor.)
mm, muddy waters.
i'm feelin' so good but so feelin' the bluuues, baby, lately.
just had a nice afternoon romp
now a free evening. ah
naked yoga sounds nice.
cheddar cheesy barbecue chicken bacon jalapeno quesadillas sound nice.
my weekly crossword puzzle sounds nice.
continuing to make my way through twin peaks sounds nice.
sex and naked hang outs all night sounds nice.
stink bug buzzing next to my head does not sound nice, but i will leave him be.
i used to flush them by the masses but i've grown to find them slightly cute and adventurous as they make their epic treks across my ceiling. i once named one francis, dead francis to be exact, thought to be deceased on said ceiling but whom i murdered upon his returned to life in full force after a month of what turned out to be not death, but hibernation. since then i've felt remorse every time i watch one swirl down the toilet.
no work in the morning.
i can already smell the waffles.
..and the chocolate chips in the waffles.
..and the bacon. in..the..waffles?!
the constant metamorphosis in scheduling at my new job is making me very happy.
i didn't realize how terribly the monotony of my old monday through friday job was slowly killing me. if i'd been dealing with anything other than tasty treats, it might have.
actually it wouldn't, i would never let that happen.
i don't even mind the occasional split shifts. now that the weather is gawwwgeous i can spend the in betweenness lounging in various spots by the river in some skivvies, soaking up the sun and reading to my heart's content.
and of course now that i never have to wake up earlier than ten a.m. on any given day..
roof and porch drinking season can thrive, THRIVE i say!
i need to find this:
and can't wait to finally get paid so i can start downing the supply of this:
waiting at my favorite watering hole juuust for me.
i need new ipa's in my little rexxy life. any suggestions?
nothing shocks me anymore!!
which i suppose is why i've been salivating over stouts
but i do miss my first true love.
so fill me with your wisdom, oh hoppy ones.
anyhow, i just felt like a little hello on this warm wednesday evening.
the night is young and i wish to fill it with simple and divine things till the sun comes up.
goodbye by chocolatey love chips!
till we meet again!
<3 Rexx
i'm feelin' so good but so feelin' the bluuues, baby, lately.
just had a nice afternoon romp
now a free evening. ah
naked yoga sounds nice.
cheddar cheesy barbecue chicken bacon jalapeno quesadillas sound nice.
my weekly crossword puzzle sounds nice.
continuing to make my way through twin peaks sounds nice.
sex and naked hang outs all night sounds nice.
stink bug buzzing next to my head does not sound nice, but i will leave him be.
i used to flush them by the masses but i've grown to find them slightly cute and adventurous as they make their epic treks across my ceiling. i once named one francis, dead francis to be exact, thought to be deceased on said ceiling but whom i murdered upon his returned to life in full force after a month of what turned out to be not death, but hibernation. since then i've felt remorse every time i watch one swirl down the toilet.
no work in the morning.
i can already smell the waffles.
..and the chocolate chips in the waffles.
..and the bacon. in..the..waffles?!
the constant metamorphosis in scheduling at my new job is making me very happy.
i didn't realize how terribly the monotony of my old monday through friday job was slowly killing me. if i'd been dealing with anything other than tasty treats, it might have.
actually it wouldn't, i would never let that happen.
i don't even mind the occasional split shifts. now that the weather is gawwwgeous i can spend the in betweenness lounging in various spots by the river in some skivvies, soaking up the sun and reading to my heart's content.
and of course now that i never have to wake up earlier than ten a.m. on any given day..
roof and porch drinking season can thrive, THRIVE i say!
i need to find this:
and can't wait to finally get paid so i can start downing the supply of this:
waiting at my favorite watering hole juuust for me.
i need new ipa's in my little rexxy life. any suggestions?
nothing shocks me anymore!!
which i suppose is why i've been salivating over stouts
but i do miss my first true love.
so fill me with your wisdom, oh hoppy ones.
anyhow, i just felt like a little hello on this warm wednesday evening.
the night is young and i wish to fill it with simple and divine things till the sun comes up.
goodbye by chocolatey love chips!
till we meet again!
<3 Rexx
i like my room scattered with beer bottles, books, journals, and sunshine.
with a cracked window and the only noise being tweet tweet, woof woof, and an airplane passing by.
i remember being little and in the manner of most children constantly changing the vision in my mind of what i wanted to "be" when i grew up. i think two of the professions that i pined for the most were of a flight attendant and a circus clown. neither of which i can yet add to my repertoire. there was a split second in my mind last summer, stranded outside of a greyhound station in charlottesville, virignia, chain-smoking rolled cigarettes with a groovy middle-aged trucker soul named dan, who had come to work a fair, during which i seriously contemplated saying fuck it and running off with the carnival.
but the split-second passed and the show went on.
i have learned after twenty-four years of life and over thirty jobs that two professions definitely NOT made for me are 1. slinging pork (which actually came as a shocker) and 2. selling five-hundred dollar pairs of shoes. otherwise its all up in the air.
i also remember as a child i spent years watching friends and what i loved most about it was the hundreds of scenes in "central perk". for whatever reason at that age my mind would wander off and i would dream about one day being old enough to hang out at a coffee shop in a big city wherever i pleased curled up on a couch sipping coffee from a mug as big as my head.
my parent's have never been coffee drinkers but when i was growing up they always had a jar of instant coffee in the pantry, just in case. and at about age nine or ten that jar of folger's instant is where it all began for me.
in my adult life i have spent a great deal of time with hardly any money at all. and a great deal of time drinking coffee all over the united states of america feeling merrily un-united and i have learned that no matter what, as long as my other half exists and i have enough money for a cup of coffee, i am invincible.
when i think about all of these things collectively i see that i turned out how i always wanted to "be".
despite the fact that i never set foot in a clown suit and prefer to travel by land,
so, however that is..
i've come to feel strongly over the years that justification (the apparent need to give, the desire for..) is one of the most exhausting and wide-spread struggles of humanity.
give it up and just be happy.
much left unsaid,
thank you, coffee. you hath awaken me. and i suppose that is your job after all.
i am going to stare out the window and contemplate the possibilities in melting a super-sized box of crayons. otherwise it seems to me a good night for yoga and thelonious monk and not a whole bunch else.
tiny spider performing tiny acrobatics on tiny web, swept away by wind,
to infinity and beyond.
<3 Rexx
with a cracked window and the only noise being tweet tweet, woof woof, and an airplane passing by.
i remember being little and in the manner of most children constantly changing the vision in my mind of what i wanted to "be" when i grew up. i think two of the professions that i pined for the most were of a flight attendant and a circus clown. neither of which i can yet add to my repertoire. there was a split second in my mind last summer, stranded outside of a greyhound station in charlottesville, virignia, chain-smoking rolled cigarettes with a groovy middle-aged trucker soul named dan, who had come to work a fair, during which i seriously contemplated saying fuck it and running off with the carnival.
but the split-second passed and the show went on.
i have learned after twenty-four years of life and over thirty jobs that two professions definitely NOT made for me are 1. slinging pork (which actually came as a shocker) and 2. selling five-hundred dollar pairs of shoes. otherwise its all up in the air.
i also remember as a child i spent years watching friends and what i loved most about it was the hundreds of scenes in "central perk". for whatever reason at that age my mind would wander off and i would dream about one day being old enough to hang out at a coffee shop in a big city wherever i pleased curled up on a couch sipping coffee from a mug as big as my head.
my parent's have never been coffee drinkers but when i was growing up they always had a jar of instant coffee in the pantry, just in case. and at about age nine or ten that jar of folger's instant is where it all began for me.
in my adult life i have spent a great deal of time with hardly any money at all. and a great deal of time drinking coffee all over the united states of america feeling merrily un-united and i have learned that no matter what, as long as my other half exists and i have enough money for a cup of coffee, i am invincible.
when i think about all of these things collectively i see that i turned out how i always wanted to "be".
despite the fact that i never set foot in a clown suit and prefer to travel by land,
so, however that is..
i've come to feel strongly over the years that justification (the apparent need to give, the desire for..) is one of the most exhausting and wide-spread struggles of humanity.
give it up and just be happy.
much left unsaid,
thank you, coffee. you hath awaken me. and i suppose that is your job after all.
i am going to stare out the window and contemplate the possibilities in melting a super-sized box of crayons. otherwise it seems to me a good night for yoga and thelonious monk and not a whole bunch else.
tiny spider performing tiny acrobatics on tiny web, swept away by wind,
to infinity and beyond.
<3 Rexx
silence outdoors
excepting the chirps of one bird
overgrown grass is a
wondrous vision to behold
in a moment of strong breeze
two candles burn,
nearly to their wick's end
smoke crawls through the room
from my last stick of incense
the blue octopus will be lonely
for awhile
a pint glass half full of pennies
not worth cashing
waits on the window sill
and that is all
there is left
the bird has given up
the flames dance wildly
their smoke curling up and out
where it lingers, drifts
exploring the space
some fleeing out the window,
cracked
and who can blame it
the air is cool,
its may
the day is gray
rain, all of the time
the grash is fiercly lush
it explodes
like my wallet
i am empty
but not in a sense of sorrow
empty |ˈem(p)tē|
adjective ( -tier , -tiest )
*not filled or occupied
*hungry
i'm open, free
no obligations
nothing to fall back on
no option but to
change
however i desire
and i have been
desiring something
unknown..
that is all
no conclusion, reason
no deep insight into life
no metaphors
just enjoying a simple and wonderful moment
and thats all there is to do sometimes
curtains part and the show goes on
lying here in bed, spying on
the outdoors
its little wonders
like a branch that quivers
ever so slightly
in the shifting air
if you take the time to really look
the other day i saw a giant slug. it was a rich, brown, distinct leopard print on its front half. and light and dark brown vertical stripes on its back half. i have never seen anything quite like it..
last week i went to nyc. jersey. and philly! it was a fucking epic trip as they always are.
arrived in nyc around 1 a.m. and met up with zepp101
closed out ace bar on a monday night void of other patrons
made out of babies was on the juke box. awesome.
chat and smokey smoke once back in jersey at six a.m.
took the train back into the city tuesday morning,
for the sole purpose of devouring kati rolls.
unda beef and shami kabab are my katis of choice. greatest food i have ever tasted in. my. life.
returned to jersey for the car.
drove to philly with frankie fuckin bones the fuckin second.
got motel whiskey drunk with a scenic view.
caught the coheed second stage turbine blade tour at the electric factory. (amazing.)
beers.
slept late. jammed out on a hearty breakfast at a jersey diner.
went to the mutter museum. coolest fucking museum i've ever seen.
if you love creepy gnarley wierd shit, skeletons, and skulls as much as me, please check it out.
fetal skeletons are adorable as kittens, i don't care how morbid it sounds!
photos weren't allowed but of course i snuck a few.
journals bound in leathered human flesh.
rain began to pour down torrentially as soon as we left
but i made it safely to the megabus (glorious thing that it is for traveling souls)
and zipped back to pittsburgh.
then i started a new job which probably won't last long and isn't worth elaborating on.
had a lovely weekend well spent with my dude
hanging out. drinking lots of whiskey and beer.
playing scrabble. watching yummy latex babes in underworld.
making lots of bacon dishes. being lots of naked.
sleeping late. listening to rad jams. etc. etc.
=
still working on dostoevsky's the idiot. which is fabulous.
but have also been breezing through the great shark hunt for a second time.
sometimes i just get uncontrollable cravings for the ravings of hunter s. thompson
and all other literary endeavors are put on hold.
the past few days i've been listening to alot of latitudes, adai, depeche mode, voyage in coma, young widows, dinosaur jr, hum, and muddy waters.
\m/ \m/
well i guess thats all for now.
keepin it real.
keepin it wierd.
keepin it bacon flavored.
til' we meet again my love-a-ronis
<3 Rexx
excepting the chirps of one bird
overgrown grass is a
wondrous vision to behold
in a moment of strong breeze
two candles burn,
nearly to their wick's end
smoke crawls through the room
from my last stick of incense
the blue octopus will be lonely
for awhile
a pint glass half full of pennies
not worth cashing
waits on the window sill
and that is all
there is left
the bird has given up
the flames dance wildly
their smoke curling up and out
where it lingers, drifts
exploring the space
some fleeing out the window,
cracked
and who can blame it
the air is cool,
its may
the day is gray
rain, all of the time
the grash is fiercly lush
it explodes
like my wallet
i am empty
but not in a sense of sorrow
empty |ˈem(p)tē|
adjective ( -tier , -tiest )
*not filled or occupied
*hungry
i'm open, free
no obligations
nothing to fall back on
no option but to
change
however i desire
and i have been
desiring something
unknown..
that is all
no conclusion, reason
no deep insight into life
no metaphors
just enjoying a simple and wonderful moment
and thats all there is to do sometimes
curtains part and the show goes on
lying here in bed, spying on
the outdoors
its little wonders
like a branch that quivers
ever so slightly
in the shifting air
if you take the time to really look
the other day i saw a giant slug. it was a rich, brown, distinct leopard print on its front half. and light and dark brown vertical stripes on its back half. i have never seen anything quite like it..
last week i went to nyc. jersey. and philly! it was a fucking epic trip as they always are.
arrived in nyc around 1 a.m. and met up with zepp101
closed out ace bar on a monday night void of other patrons
made out of babies was on the juke box. awesome.
chat and smokey smoke once back in jersey at six a.m.
took the train back into the city tuesday morning,
for the sole purpose of devouring kati rolls.
unda beef and shami kabab are my katis of choice. greatest food i have ever tasted in. my. life.
returned to jersey for the car.
drove to philly with frankie fuckin bones the fuckin second.
got motel whiskey drunk with a scenic view.
caught the coheed second stage turbine blade tour at the electric factory. (amazing.)
beers.
slept late. jammed out on a hearty breakfast at a jersey diner.
went to the mutter museum. coolest fucking museum i've ever seen.
if you love creepy gnarley wierd shit, skeletons, and skulls as much as me, please check it out.
fetal skeletons are adorable as kittens, i don't care how morbid it sounds!
photos weren't allowed but of course i snuck a few.
journals bound in leathered human flesh.
rain began to pour down torrentially as soon as we left
but i made it safely to the megabus (glorious thing that it is for traveling souls)
and zipped back to pittsburgh.
then i started a new job which probably won't last long and isn't worth elaborating on.
had a lovely weekend well spent with my dude
hanging out. drinking lots of whiskey and beer.
playing scrabble. watching yummy latex babes in underworld.
making lots of bacon dishes. being lots of naked.
sleeping late. listening to rad jams. etc. etc.
=
still working on dostoevsky's the idiot. which is fabulous.
but have also been breezing through the great shark hunt for a second time.
sometimes i just get uncontrollable cravings for the ravings of hunter s. thompson
and all other literary endeavors are put on hold.
the past few days i've been listening to alot of latitudes, adai, depeche mode, voyage in coma, young widows, dinosaur jr, hum, and muddy waters.
\m/ \m/ well i guess thats all for now.
keepin it real.
keepin it wierd.
keepin it bacon flavored.
til' we meet again my love-a-ronis
<3 Rexx
in the afternoon
they lean against
one another
and you can see how much
they like the sun
-bukowski. elephants in the zoo.
the other day i received a lovely hand-crafted card with a tiny elephant on the front that reminded me of this poem. which is so wonderful in its ability to be the simplest of simple yet send a chill down my spine. i cannot wait to go to the zoo. i love to watch the elephants squinting in the sun (like kitties when you pet their noses) and think about their big, huge brains and what is going on in there.
unemployment for the past week has been totally fucking groovy.
getting fired, well, ruled.
and the fun and games continues until i start a new job thursday, viva!
rexxalicious daaaaaaays of freelicious freedom, a photo documentary, shall now commence.
wandering in the graves! finding hidden gems:
and not so hidden ones. a little self-indulgent, i think:
lounging in bed naked looking at pictures of baby monkeys and crocodiles.
setting out on 7+mile wanderings in the shiny sun!
taking a breather before trekking over the river and into the distance
climbing the man made waterfall by the pirates stadium (currently sans water) to write and nap
cooking things! delicious meats for jambalaya
(and jambal-omelettes in the morning!)
smoking lots of grand weed
baking! my first cake ever!
strawberry/white chocolate batter, vanilla pudding filling, strawberry icing with melted white chocolate swirled in, covered in more white chocolate chips. strawberry blunts! strawberry cakes! now all i need is some..strawberries?
i think that cake is best enjoyed with coffee for breakfast.
my grandma sent me five dollars in my easter card so wandered four miles and got a new creepy demon bead to replace the one i lost in mosh a few weekends ago
PORCH BEERS/SCRABBLE!
under groovy stormy skies
with grill jams and mr. pumpkin head playing the hits
i killed it in scrabble despite the fact that i was getting distracted by thoughts of what lie waiting in the fridge..
BAAAAACON!!! BACON! MY BELOVED BACON!
latest bacon concoction: velveeta shell and cheese with bacon and barbecue chicken all mixed in..
topped with sriracha! duh!
that fills you in on little ole non-working me.
proof that you really can have no money and no problems!
the last of my dollars have been lying dormant and are quivering in anticipation of tomorrow. i set out for nyc to meet up with zepp101 for kati rolls and whiskey and beer till the cows come home. or at least until the bars close…then tuesday its off to philly for a show and for cheesesteak with mothafuckin whiz and for adventures. adventures. ADVENTURES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks for stopping by groove-thangs.
eat, drink, and be merry.
i'm going to get naked and go dream sweetly of bacon and travels to come with the new day.
ciao/meow.
<3 Rexxy
they lean against
one another
and you can see how much
they like the sun
-bukowski. elephants in the zoo.
the other day i received a lovely hand-crafted card with a tiny elephant on the front that reminded me of this poem. which is so wonderful in its ability to be the simplest of simple yet send a chill down my spine. i cannot wait to go to the zoo. i love to watch the elephants squinting in the sun (like kitties when you pet their noses) and think about their big, huge brains and what is going on in there.
unemployment for the past week has been totally fucking groovy.
getting fired, well, ruled.
and the fun and games continues until i start a new job thursday, viva!
rexxalicious daaaaaaays of freelicious freedom, a photo documentary, shall now commence.
wandering in the graves! finding hidden gems:
and not so hidden ones. a little self-indulgent, i think:
lounging in bed naked looking at pictures of baby monkeys and crocodiles.
setting out on 7+mile wanderings in the shiny sun!
taking a breather before trekking over the river and into the distance
climbing the man made waterfall by the pirates stadium (currently sans water) to write and nap
cooking things! delicious meats for jambalaya
(and jambal-omelettes in the morning!)
smoking lots of grand weed
baking! my first cake ever!
strawberry/white chocolate batter, vanilla pudding filling, strawberry icing with melted white chocolate swirled in, covered in more white chocolate chips. strawberry blunts! strawberry cakes! now all i need is some..strawberries?
i think that cake is best enjoyed with coffee for breakfast.
my grandma sent me five dollars in my easter card so wandered four miles and got a new creepy demon bead to replace the one i lost in mosh a few weekends ago
PORCH BEERS/SCRABBLE!
under groovy stormy skies
with grill jams and mr. pumpkin head playing the hits
i killed it in scrabble despite the fact that i was getting distracted by thoughts of what lie waiting in the fridge..
BAAAAACON!!! BACON! MY BELOVED BACON!
latest bacon concoction: velveeta shell and cheese with bacon and barbecue chicken all mixed in..
topped with sriracha! duh!
that fills you in on little ole non-working me.
proof that you really can have no money and no problems!
the last of my dollars have been lying dormant and are quivering in anticipation of tomorrow. i set out for nyc to meet up with zepp101 for kati rolls and whiskey and beer till the cows come home. or at least until the bars close…then tuesday its off to philly for a show and for cheesesteak with mothafuckin whiz and for adventures. adventures. ADVENTURES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks for stopping by groove-thangs.
eat, drink, and be merry.
i'm going to get naked and go dream sweetly of bacon and travels to come with the new day.
ciao/meow.
<3 Rexxy
