Sleep Writing

August 29, 2010

darcieb — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 15:18:30 +0000

Memories of seating charts change. Die young and you’ll have sat by everyone.

darcieb — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 16:11:50 +0000

I am the end table.
Too slick a surface,
conversation slides right off.

darcieb — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 18:43:50 +0000

I’m not dead. And I’ve never been less motivated to correct this.

darcieb — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 15:25:59 +0000

Dear Diary, this isn’t about me.

darcieb — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 18:49:18 +0000

First one in awhile. Rest has been too restful lately.

Misinterpret the silence. I don’t speak anything, really.

darcieb — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 21:47:43 +0000

Now you know where the bus comes.

At what age do you tell a highway it’s adopted?

darcieb — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 20:37:00 +0000

This isn’t from last night. It’s been next to my bed for about a week now. I don’t remember when I wrote it, but it’s been a nice little mantra.

I am a delicate fucking flower.

darcieb — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 16:17:52 +0000

the further away I get from kindergarten, the stranger my hobbies seem.

darcieb — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 16:13:01 +0000

The apple cores you threw away last summer have planted themselves. Seeds are phenomenal.

darcieb — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 16:08:13 +0000

I wish words with double meanings had subscripts.

Complimentary compliments and Other Shit I’d Rather Earn