elizabeth

ofkings @ 2006-09-29T17:40:00

2006-09-29T21:35:33Z

hey ! treefuckers ; it's kind of boring though

ofkings @ 2006-08-21T09:46:00

2006-08-21T14:17:08Z

last night we had a jenn cutting off party & it was sick ! all her white dreds are gone gone, & i took one home, a 9-inch one. that's a baby one. she looks so pretty now, she looks like mia farrow. her hair is kind of matty but kind of curly too, half inches of it. she was so wasted & kept crying & grabbing our hands & shrieking when she looked in the mirror but when all was over, untangling & conditioning & styling, she couldnt stop grinning at her reflections ! friends are funny.

she doesnt look like that anymore.
she looks like this :

a night as such is a very little detail of life
i need a new real alive journal because im losing track of all them !

ofkings @ 2006-08-11T19:07:00

2006-08-11T23:07:56Z

devotchka is the music ive been waiting to hear my whole life. they found me !

ofkings @ 2006-08-09T01:25:00

2006-08-09T05:28:30Z

additionally, get stunned by the things swans build :

ofkings @ 2006-08-09T00:31:00

2006-08-09T04:31:48Z

this is beau :

iluhyoubeau !!

today i went to work & then tonight i watched a movie on my couch. we watched brick; it was good. i liked the sounds. yesterday i slept a lot & chilled with beau. beau's pretty cool but he's not the shit. i went driving last evening. driving's a good activity that doesn't have charm anymore, iguess since years have past since boyfriends first started buying girlfriends fords. but you know, not having a place to go & swimming in yr car is mighty nice when in good company. we went to this park/pond that we go to a lot, around which geese poop strategically to mark their territory & thus are able to bully people into paying their dues. we didnt have any bread, they just ate cigarette butts that were near us but werent ours. come on, hug the earth. we rolled a cigarette & i took the ashes with me in my sweaty hand then to a trashcan. last week, we went to a "take-in/take-out" park in south philly. there were no trashcans anyyywhere near the park. tryina keep yr park clean by making trashcans obscure is a whole lot of WISDUMB. the geese made us leave after awhile; so we went & hung out with some kids at some kid's house & made drinks w rosemary & put rosemary in our hair. we all roamed around his first floor & patio & there were so many of us, like ants, itchy shiny ants. & we see each other all the time & every time it's still so great. i want to play soccer in my backyard; i'll probably continue to say this for awhile. i want to be healthy forever. it's so hard. my woes are many right now, can you tell. i could tell you about all the dead fish that ever drowned deader in my toilet & about my bills, my telephone billz, my lame leg, about my teeth, the back ones, theyre killing me ! i could tell you about my bad this, my lack of talent. say, hey, yr never gonna be a paper princess, losa. about family secrets, about secretly missing my sister already, about being lonely maybe soon. but hey hey, i wont give you all the details, it's not important now. i know it's only rock & roll, but i like it

ofkings @ 2006-08-03T11:41:00

2006-08-03T15:45:43Z

ofkings @ 2006-07-17T18:27:00

2006-07-17T22:29:58Z

i have mad crushez; on a seventeen year old & on

whatever.

ofkings @ 2006-06-23T23:59:00

2006-06-24T04:01:10Z

she hates me as well as the smell of semen / bleach on the lawn.

ofkings @ 2006-05-11T10:34:00

2006-05-11T14:37:30Z

in corduroys her thighs rubbed together, buzzing, & there was always at least one untidy marvel to unravel him : an untucked shirttail, a sock w a hole, a ripped seam showing underarm hair. she carted her books from class to class but never opened them. her pens & pencils looked as temporary as cinderella's broom. when she smiled, her mouth showed too many teeth, but at night trip fontaine dreamed of being bitten by each one.

ofkings @ 2006-04-26T14:10:00

2006-04-26T18:13:45Z

i just spent the a.m. part of the afternoon cutting up clouds & reading this. it's thick, but you read it like you read a brief, sweet poem - all in one sip.

ofkings @ 2006-04-19T01:25:00

2006-04-19T05:18:08Z

my manager, patrick, is freaking adorabbbble - with lots of extra 'b's. he's so goofy & sweet & perfectly, quietly humble. he looks just like this wee one, just not as wee. but still stringy'haired & pale & creepy at first glance, then handsome.

ofkings @ 2006-03-26T20:16:00

2006-03-27T01:09:04Z

ive had things to say this month. swear it. at nighttime in the south pacific, i sleep in a little bungalow & lizards w pink speckles on their backs crawl into my bed. i miss my mother & her traffic though.

ofkings @ 2006-02-27T11:36:00

2006-02-27T16:39:17Z

margaret atwood will be speaking in philadelphia two nights before i leave to explore the wildlife of volcanos & the wilderness of birds at the end of the rainbow. she will write a poem on my thigh, or about my thigh, or something that will be forever. what if you were eternal, undying, but had no one to be forever w ? i need to talk to mama y papa about my aspirations; so far no one has told me that im being preposterous & irrational. im looking for that, for someone to say that. i think i have funds & moneys or magic stones to barter, & even right now as i acknowledge the unlikelihood of the materialization of all the things i want to do in the next 6 months, im sure they will materialize if i sacrifice the purchase of food & clothing regularly. it's good though, i turn down the heat more & notice that the flowers in the vases dont bend over anymore when i do.

ofkings @ 2006-02-14T21:30:00

2006-02-15T02:29:28Z

i think if a rascal was attractive & like an english teacher or something - really just an english teacher - & was malacious & terrible & forceful, but handsome & smarts, id succumb fairly easily / no no easily.
ug what do you think about on the subway ?

ofkings @ 2006-01-25T16:07:00

2006-01-25T20:57:55Z

this is my dream,
it is my own dream,
i dreamt it.
i dreamt that my hair was kempt.
then i dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
- ogden nash lived undersea

i just remembered about that sweet beat neutral milk hotel made awhile back & how when i was little my brother hid me in cupboards & put tiny flowers in all my teacups while i waited. & how when i woke up this morning i was thinking about a cat named charles, a mischievous king feline w a penchant for overeating & rabbit chasing. how january is the smallest month of the year, how i learn the most nice things during it.

ofkings @ 2006-01-19T18:30:00

2006-01-19T23:23:33Z

today is about a girl i met named bouvier & a necklace filled w windmills.
my teeth are turning crooked & colors again.

ofkings @ 2006-01-16T14:02:00

2006-01-16T19:15:03Z

for breakfast, we ate scrambled eggs w daisies decorating & thinking-shop juice, scrambling things up. my mom used to host egg tosses on our back porch & the birds would watch from the ledges, chattering. when we werent looking, they glued nests together w the splattered yolk & pecked at our lopsided cake.

taha, oh well, i cant do any work lately. i dont know what's wrong. i cant focus on anything but my immediate physical gratification. see : food. see : showers. see: music. see : beeswax & skin. see : dirty dark basements. badump whatever, this may be cliche, but i just had the most perfect weekend.

love + flowers,
elizabeth

ofkings @ 2006-01-11T13:35:00

2006-01-11T18:27:20Z

i did those bangs.
she made the tea.

ofkings @ 2006-01-06T18:51:00

2006-01-07T00:01:56Z

faye made me some cds that ive never heard before & they sound good. i love these surprises, i love her so much i could eat her whole. but i just had a sandwich w sprouts so im not hungry anymore.

this afternoon, we walked past a building who's second story had burned last night. the water from the fire hoses had frozen into star splayed sculpture-esque icicles. it was exquisite being modest, & we probably should have stopped & stared longer but everyone's always in a hurry to get to the there theyre going. im not rushing spring, but im excited for it did i tell you ? the first day of spring marks the iranian new year. it always made much more sense to me to start each year off with spring, instead of months of winter. things should be just starting to grow on the first of the year, instead of long dead. that makes sense some.

yesterday i told mumsy i was sure i was going to be a nurse, sure of it, battlefield nurse. it's selfless & sweet & i will not be disgraced when i die. it will help me move people. when are you going to go to nursing school ? after college. she laughs. what's wrong w that ? well, most people do it as their college. but i want to get my english degree first. she laughs. ok, sweetpea, or something else belittling. im going to write poems for my patients ! then i said something else, something scheming about money bills the things that make you sick. she laughs, it's as though yr father just spit you out. pops & me both hold our breaths when we pass the cemetaries. i think weve really added some good days to our lives.

ofkings @ 2005-12-18T15:56:00

2005-12-18T23:58:23Z

best beautiful little life last night in the century on the earth.
im happy like a panda bear in his white fruit forest cos we grew up in those houses & trees together.

ofkings @ 2005-12-11T21:54:00

2005-12-12T02:50:14Z

in the booth next to us, this is what the little girl said :
"if i was rich i'd give that poor man all my money."
"but there's too many poor people, [sweet something]. you could never save them all."
"but ... they're POOR."

it's amazing, the insightfulness & wonder that children hold. childhood seems so much clearer than any other fragment of our short lives. maybe when you reach a certain age it becomes more important to impress people, rather than care about them.

there's a mountain of fresh whipped cupcakes outside my window & i didnt do all my essaywork tonight & i bruised my hip on yr mouth in my dream, just now, a few minutes ago.

ofkings @ 2005-12-02T11:42:00

2005-12-02T16:39:46Z

it makes me so sad the way anna's papa lumps around, napping all day, bored & confused. all last night, he kept offering me beer & chocolates, garbling some english about our broken television - something about putting a pot of soup on too. saratree is visiting me tomorrow. it was awhile ago that we lived in the woods by the pond, but it was the best while. i do wish, think i should, live next to a clear, cool lake in some trees again. it will probably smell like cream. want to come - you could draw & we could be our own "oversouls" and say sucks to mr thoreau & drink in sunsets & pass out from living. im going to see my mama for finger sandwiches in a few minutes.

ofkings @ 2005-11-26T13:45:00

2005-11-26T18:47:47Z

my mind feels broken & dry this afternoon & im pretty tired of talking like mother goose.

ofkings @ 2005-11-09T11:41:00

2005-11-09T17:03:44Z

what a dirty morning, my eyelashes are crumpled. i wrote my sister a letter & copied down a few poems & made pancakes with strawberry bits inside the fluff. im reading too many tough books right now, but they make me feel full. sometimes this journal feels very friendly & im happy it's here.

ofkings @ 2005-11-06T09:59:00

2005-11-06T16:07:39Z

but if the world was on fire & it was the great emergency -- the one that makes spooky movies & also swoony love stories -- & i had a boat built for two that propelled on lava, fire-proof & smoke-repellent, id sail away with you ! id cry & miss madalene & pray for mama & papa & some good people i know & hope james & kellen had a good dinner the night before, but id want you on my boat. iceland wouldve been saved; plush green couldnt catch fire. & lava makes you sail fast, & i told you ive heard wonderful things about iceland -- their streets are lit up at night with tulips.