

big blue suburbansi'm 7 years old in the back of a giant blue hearse destined for the southbig blue suburbans
(my father believes in leg space) and Hoyt Axton is blasting out of the buzzy back seat speakers while i make up stories about swords and knights and kings and damsels-in-distress and i don't know anything about addiction
i'm 7 years old and i love star wars i don't know anything about manipulation
i'm 7 years old and sometimes i hear my parents argue about vehicle purchases (my mother believes in gas mileage)
and sometimes my father likes to pout when he loses an argument but he always buys me a snapple when we stop f


think about the winter1. Go to a drive in movie 2. Buy me some sweet grey jeans. 3. Watch a lightning storm together. Outside. Holding something metal. Go to the vancouver queer film festival. 5. (Because I like numbers) count the stars. you'll start at one end, i'll start at the other, and we'll meet in the middle. get a sweet tat. 7. go tagging in victoria. i don't care how dangerous it is. (we're not cowards) go to a star trek convention 13. i want to be able to love you and hold you and we'll both think that futures are over-rated so we'll drop what we're doing and we'll start to run until our feet wonthink about the winter


cold toesthe neighbours cut down their last tree today and for the first time since i was 3 i can see into their kitchen.cold toes
i have no interest in their dining habits,
and i miss the tree and i miss the friends it used to have before the snow storm of 2004 killed them all.
i also miss the night when i offered to take you out in the rain because you told me you loved storms.
i was freezing and had no socks on and knew you were mad at me but i stayed out there anyway.
you wrote a poem about that night and pretty much called me an asshole for some idiotic thing i had done. even though i don't like being m


don't read thisi slept until 5 pm today.don't read this
i don't have mono, but i think i'm quite likely to develop early arthritis. that seems like something that would happen. and i'm sure it would hurt. not as much as my heart did when i saw the red patch of someone else's passion on my second favorite part of your body. but it would still hurt, and likely, often.
i'm wondering if we haven't just switched bodies. no, i suppose that isn't a logical conclusion,
especially since the notes i wrote to myself at sixteen are still legible among the new decorations on my christmas tree body. (tinsel is unnecessary, no matter w
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maybe i should love you.
She's studying engineering now. I'm going back to Spain this year with my dad anyways, and now I'm going to go meet her! Insane huh??
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oh my darling.
tell her hello from me, and tell her 'blue is good'. i wonder if she remembers that....
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oh my darling.
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oh my darling.
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Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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