_capricorn moon

you never know until you know

_something a little different

_my sister e.

_waiting for the ferry

_confucius say

getting work done on an old tattoo is like having sex with your ex. you don’t have to count it again.

_i heart lizards

i was sitting behind an old man on the bathurst bus. he was busy cutting up some piece of cardboard. just as he was getting off the bus he handed me a little heart. i quickly reached in my bag and fished out one of the plastic lizards my mom had given me earlier that day and gave it to him. i think it was a fair exchange.

_morning on algonquin island

it’s snowing outside. more beautiful than i can describe.

inside, two orange cats are fighting for my attention.

the zit on my chin is getting too much of my attention. i picked at it so much, now it’s bleeding. i have conquered the zit, still i get a neaky fealling it has won the war.

i’m having bittersweet chocolate brownies made with all organic indgredients (that makes it healthy, right?) for breakfast.

the cloned cats are balled up on the rug.

i don’t think i will leave the house today.

_holding my breath

from my window i see a building waiting to take off. in here, i’m still waiting to get off. tears come. they’re probably not real. it’s a small tragedy, knowing what you want.

i put on distance, and take it off. loosing all of the places i’ve been every time i see you. we never seemed to love at the same place, or time. waking each other for guard duty, it’s your turn now.

then you stand alone all night watching the mountains draw the stars towards them, till light comes, in it’s sneaky way. socking you in the stomach, you’ve lost.