april's fool.

tomorrow is the day i wish i was born.
mom knows this
and she argues that i was lazy-
probably.
i sport the jester hat.

i spent today in a place i could have been
a u-turn, i'd say.

we spoke a language that comforts the change
i want to go back
that's what i crave.

impro: mixte et comparee
qui a pour theme: le changement d'une vie
nombres de joueurs: illimite
categorie: sans paroles
duree: ?

penalite!

montreal never greets me with nice weather.

worst news ever.

where's my pinata filled with candy?
or my afternoon party in the ronald mcdonald caboose?

everyone gets a loot bag!

"once you turn 25, there ARE no more candles."

dirty laundry

insert school girl laugh here.

something you didn't know.

i have this weird thing that i do when i write,

I start Some Words in the Sentence with Capital Letters.

Then I go back and edit that Sentence and find myself removing the Capital Letters from some of the words.

And then, more punctuation!

now my work is complete-
read to the beat.


you don't know how long i've wanted to be in this room again.


creating.

maybe it's him.

it's my party

and i'll cry if i want to.

sweet dreams.

the french doors swing open
alone in london.
i want to pencil you in
-my late night snack.

oh wait, never mind- i have the date newtons.

is it weird that i brought the date newtons on tour?

mmMmm.
they aren't as sweet as you.

important decision!

it is time to play more harmonica.

my party giraffe.

your karma gauge descends,
like our sharp steps to the street.

your fear regrets conquest,
as you still refrain from me.

the sounds of slamming doors-
mixed with heals and pounding beats,

will haunt your days and nights,
i can almost guarantee.

we are home tonight.

in a good way.

hello stache-
good to see you.


slow happy.

record shopping for breakfast.

great day.

TWO WORDS.

hotel room
cold stella
home base
new scarf
honey lemon