January 2010
38 posts
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add me if you still got ones of them!
I just pictured you writing a poem titled ‘Claiming Power Over Tupperware...
– Brett Olsen
Brett
Is me. I’m on Ploom’s tumblr. I am a bad person.
There is a game of Risk planned. Punk news is stoked.
I am
appypollyloggies:
a mess.
we are all made up of messes. we are messy creatures. the word ‘mess’ is usually associated with negative connotations. i hope you are ‘a happy mess’. if you want to talk or something get on AIM. my screen name is: drag the lakeee and i am all ears.
ALRIGHT, ALREADY
while walking to phoenix this afternoon
someone made sure they were really obviously acknowledging me.
“oooh i like your outfit.”
i am not asking for attention at such a high level
as stating things out loud so obviously in my direction.
it feels nice to be acknowledged
but i do not want you to comfort me
by stroking my hair meticulously.
or maybe i do, only if you were...
all we will ever own is intangible.
all we won’t ever know is intangible.
you are what you love, not what loves you back
-i keep wanting to walk into my living room and find you sitting there
-i want to grow whiskers and feel things in my immediate surroundings
-almost positive i did not get the phoenix job
-I NEED TO BE 21 I NEED TO BE PERMANENTLY DRUNK
-joined the lonely cigarette club out of desperation
-columbus seems so fucking far away
-my face is about to fall off
+applied for serving position at...
attentiveness
always keep your eyes peeled
what good are eyes shut
blinds drawn
sealed hearts
acquire hammer and nails
need they be necessary
deconstruct, reconstruct
until the holes in your ears
are deep sponges.
our apartment has a name!
‘the cat eye’
i feel like ouch i should just go to bed.
maybe one day i can appreciate snow cones for what...
hunger stretches itself out in my stomach, tense like a balloon someone tried too hard to inflate. tired of vegetables in a can, the tin aftertaste from being stored on grocery store shelves for too long- then ending up in my kitchen’s pantry and being stored there for even longer. hidden behind fresh boxes of wheat noodles or limited edition oreos. i think i will start to gather snow, shape...
i need not to be lonely this winter
send things my way and i will send things back to you:
Courtney Plumley, 1732 Coventry Rd, Apt #1, Cleveland Heights, Ohio, 44118