oh, renoir

nocturnes:
this is where it gets simple. no. don't sell yrself short, kid. i'm only seeing you in pictures, fragments. a wisp of hair that curls toward yr ear. you're cradling a book and i'm concentrating on this vein or artery that's accentuated by the pressure on yr thumb. a lot of tantalizing nerves. biting yr fingernails. grinding yr teeth and i like how this makes yr jaw look. all in conflict with some small delicate features. collar turned up against the cold. patti found you. then david found you. and i haven't really found you. but you're sorta making yrself apparent to me:

everyone knows something about something. the question is not, "what do you know?" or "how well do you know it?" but, "how do you express what you know?"

haikus:
sometimes you smell like
mothballs and i just want to
go rollerskating

dreamt that you were there
all my boyfriends too, we were
foxes in the snow

lookin at:
adidas samba x madsaki trainer
andrey bartenev
anna barriball
bardot appeal over animal slaughter at nepal festival
call for domestic abuse register
creepers - baby's on fire
daniel barrow
eklatant
hypnosis has real brain effect
live neutral milk hotel video
maison martin margiela x michael stipe
museum of bellas artes - who do you love
mutant genes key to long life
120 minutes in stockholm
passions - i'm in love with a german film star
plastic chemicals feminise boys
struck! magazine
transsexual linked to italy's sex scandal found dead
travel queeries
uk children trafficked for sex
us man jailed for thai sex abuse
young sun han
yuri pleskun by juergen teller

listenin to:
beach house - norway
fresh & onlys
john maus
john yoko & lali puna - papa was a rodeo
youngfuck