I was a jazz age poet for Halloween. My literature teacher said that I should wear me costume when we study Jack Kerouac and the Beats. I died. On Saturday I went shopping for used cds with my dad, and we bought Nickel Creek, Miles Davis, Van Morrison, and Paul Simon. Monday Today was my dad's birthday, so we bought him an apple pie and Iron and Wine's Woman King album. We went to a little Italian restaurant and drank coffee. And now we are sitting around watching the election.
Showing posts with label infinite happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label infinite happiness. Show all posts
Tuesday
fruit is a symbol of fertility. and fertility. and you can take that whatever way you want.

a little list for you:
gothic poetry
oversized mauve sweatshirts
golden rose earrings
playing paul simon on a broken guitar
cynical federalists
the prospect of eating breakfast pastries for dinner
my literature teacher in the jazz age
tags:
infinite happiness
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