a place where we can say a heart that beats is both syphon and reservoir.

my dad asked me to go out and buy fish food; "i'm at the very end of it," he said. he then informed me he's been feeding them the dwindling reserves mixed with cat food. those fish may achieve shiny fur coats yet. and they will never, ever have to worry about tartar buildup.

(sigh)


you're a woman, i'm a calf
you're a window, i'm a knife...
meet me tomorrow night,
or any day you want
i have no right to wonder how, or when
and though the meaning fits
there's no relief in this
i miss my beautiful friend

i forgot how beautiful this record was, is. it has a song that makes me want to cry every time (number three) as well as the love song that always makes me think of chelsea and that particular fall and winter.