chirp.
what a lovely day.
the sun is bright and pure, not a cloud in the sky.
there is a chill in the air so slight it barely raises a goose bump on my bare arms.
suspended ghosts sway in the breeze and i think how i'd like to, too.
an unexpected weekday afternoon, free.
awoke to sun, wrote a paper, did yoga
(all naked.)
made extra crisp, peppered bacon, spicy scrambled eggs, a bagel with cream cheese and raspberries, a huge glass of orange juice and a pot of french roast, black as the devil's dick.
(sadly, not naked.)
i have been working, working, working and within the next year i hope to move into a house free of roommates where i can open all of the windows and make bare skin the norm for all activities.
life has been beautiful.
watching tigers frolic and play like pet kittens
staring an elephant in the eye
which seemed to engulf my entire being,
mere inches away, through glass.
sharing a mutual love of fancy eyelashes with a giraffe
drinking every pumpkin beer i can get my hands on
eating pumpkin pancakes
and pumpkin cookies
drinking pumpkin spice manhattans and
pumpkin spice bourbon coffskey
surrounding myself with ghoulishness
succeeding in online schooling
reading the poetics of space
watching young frankenstein and all available films full of horror and gore
fucking
extreme incense and candle burning
advancing nicely in my naked yoga-ing
chili making
biscuit baking
adventure taking.
listening to:
narrows - new distances
black elk - always a six never a nine
mogwai - the hawk is howling
neurosis - enemy of the sun
tis the season to be jolly.
october is my favorite month of the year.
i have not taken any wild adventures wide and far in some time now
and i have realized that i'm ok with that
i've been delving far more deeply into all of the marvelous culture and activity that pittsburgh has to offer
it is a magnificent little city and i'm loving finally experiencing it fully after all these years
i feel that we often do not get to know our own location and explore it quite as deeply and with the same verve that we do when we travel to somewhere new and unfamiliar
working my rexxy ass off has been paying off
and now the work has leveled out to a normal pace
(which i tend to keep less than the normal work pace of most )
and i feel accomplished in a way that i have not in years
my feet are itching for a bus seat and pavement flowing hundreds of miles behind me so
next weekend a small adventure to new york city perhaps or perhaps elsewhere will ensue
though my burning love for kati rolls is in need of a quenching...
how i wish i had not put off getting a passport as i am dying to attend the everything to do with sex show. i do suppose it is not possible to acquire a passport in two weeks. next fucking year.
well, my love berries, i just wanted to say hello and catch up and share some thoughts.
how has everything been with you?
i'm going to go sip coffee on the porch
head to work for a few hours
and then its off to rich's fright farm. my first haunted house of the year!
peace and love, baby.
<3 Rexxy
what a lovely day.
the sun is bright and pure, not a cloud in the sky.
there is a chill in the air so slight it barely raises a goose bump on my bare arms.
suspended ghosts sway in the breeze and i think how i'd like to, too.
an unexpected weekday afternoon, free.
awoke to sun, wrote a paper, did yoga
(all naked.)
made extra crisp, peppered bacon, spicy scrambled eggs, a bagel with cream cheese and raspberries, a huge glass of orange juice and a pot of french roast, black as the devil's dick.
(sadly, not naked.)
i have been working, working, working and within the next year i hope to move into a house free of roommates where i can open all of the windows and make bare skin the norm for all activities.
life has been beautiful.
watching tigers frolic and play like pet kittens
staring an elephant in the eye
which seemed to engulf my entire being,
mere inches away, through glass.
sharing a mutual love of fancy eyelashes with a giraffe
drinking every pumpkin beer i can get my hands on
eating pumpkin pancakes
and pumpkin cookies
drinking pumpkin spice manhattans and
pumpkin spice bourbon coffskey
surrounding myself with ghoulishness
succeeding in online schooling
reading the poetics of space
watching young frankenstein and all available films full of horror and gore
fucking
extreme incense and candle burning
advancing nicely in my naked yoga-ing
chili making
biscuit baking
adventure taking.
listening to:
narrows - new distances
black elk - always a six never a nine
mogwai - the hawk is howling
neurosis - enemy of the sun
tis the season to be jolly.
october is my favorite month of the year.
i have not taken any wild adventures wide and far in some time now
and i have realized that i'm ok with that
i've been delving far more deeply into all of the marvelous culture and activity that pittsburgh has to offer
it is a magnificent little city and i'm loving finally experiencing it fully after all these years
i feel that we often do not get to know our own location and explore it quite as deeply and with the same verve that we do when we travel to somewhere new and unfamiliar
working my rexxy ass off has been paying off
and now the work has leveled out to a normal pace
(which i tend to keep less than the normal work pace of most )
and i feel accomplished in a way that i have not in years
my feet are itching for a bus seat and pavement flowing hundreds of miles behind me so
next weekend a small adventure to new york city perhaps or perhaps elsewhere will ensue
though my burning love for kati rolls is in need of a quenching...
how i wish i had not put off getting a passport as i am dying to attend the everything to do with sex show. i do suppose it is not possible to acquire a passport in two weeks. next fucking year.
well, my love berries, i just wanted to say hello and catch up and share some thoughts.
how has everything been with you?
i'm going to go sip coffee on the porch
head to work for a few hours
and then its off to rich's fright farm. my first haunted house of the year!
peace and love, baby.
<3 Rexxy
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busy_signal:
having not been in north america for many autumns I do sincerely miss the season, the multicoloured leaves becoming a tapestry over the rolling hills, the smell of decay as the season lingers, the crispness of the first frosts as it adds that glimmering reflection in the early morning sun. leaves here turn yellow, then fall off...lame sauce.
rollnrob:
awesome blog