some girl left a message on my phone about a week ago. i don't check my messages often, so i just heard it a couple days ago. some girl who claims her name i sarah says something to the effect of 'do you remember that time i met you at the {name of bar} and we hooked up? that was fun, but since i was away i went to the doctor, and you should really get checked out, that was fun, we should hook up again.'
i don't remember such a thing, and i'm not a black-out drinker, but something about the message just creeps me out. i'm guessing someones fucking with me, i just don't like it.
i should shut my fucking hole sometimes.
otherwise, i went art-a-whirling today(ne mpls art event). saw some really cool shit, then got fed up with the mall walk.
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
-Dylan Thomas
i don't remember such a thing, and i'm not a black-out drinker, but something about the message just creeps me out. i'm guessing someones fucking with me, i just don't like it.
i should shut my fucking hole sometimes.
otherwise, i went art-a-whirling today(ne mpls art event). saw some really cool shit, then got fed up with the mall walk.
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
-Dylan Thomas
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But I'll keep you posted on my VINTAGE BREAK-FEAST EXTRAVAGANZA. Bring some fruit, you're in.
I will check out the placey-place in Northeast. Although it will be senseless torture, as even starvation would not enable me to purchase anything art-like.