caralee

the ducks are preening their newly sprouted juvenile feathers.
the crows are a constant threat but not for long.
the mars volta's 'noctourniquet'
feast day of st john the baptist
our farmer's market just might finally be taking off
work is hard, play is even harder

xiu xiu's always has turned me straight back into the cowering xui i promised myself i'd always be

the throwback of all throwbacks.
sifting through fabric scraps. remnants of an era.
been living in wentworth-nord because it is the right thing to do.
growing food, growing stronger. garden expansion plans.
reading the book of thoth, waiting for the snow to melt.
[ice] cream soda love letters.
makes me just want to bleach out my hair again and go violet and turquoise.
oddly sea...
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when one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once....


ulysses // james joyce


i don't know what it is to start over
i know only of starting over

this long low letting go.

bless them.



work it in
disrobed and free
give
up

i've been reading too much lavey lately

so i've picked up crowley instead.

OUCH.

bzz bzz



kaBOOM

been shitty on the interlyfe

in any case, you are not alone!
school starts on friday and i can't wait for the year to be over. so i can finally graduate and GTFO of montreal.

tuesday tunes, keeping you away from the atonality