If my mind’s such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
I want to make things that people have trouble letting go of. I wanna say things that all mean glitter, essentially. I wanna not be afraid of not knowing what I’m doing. I wanna keep doing what I don’t know. I wanna know all the little things. I wanna not scare the good away, even if scares me. I want to dance to “Grind on Me” everyday. I wanna sing like a cannon. I wanna wake and pop and wake and pop and be someone I love. I wanna impress myself. I wanna say DAMNIT KENNEDY you’ve donnit again, more often. I wanna take out the trash today and tomorrow and any day it needs doing. I wanna call myself Today. I wanna turn my head when someone says Today. I wanna be joyous and goofy and silly and amateur, always, to look at my journals from just a week ago and say, damn, I’ve outgrown my brain-pants since then. I wanna glitter everywhere. I wanna mark and make and listen today, today, today.
Feat. Carline, Cheyenne, Anita. Music: Hashed “Ratchet” by Spirit Sisters
RapGenius.com is white devil sophistry /
Urban Dictionary is for demons with college degrees…
I can’t stop shouting and louding, I love you, I love you, I love you
a ridiculous amount since April 27th, 2012. A Friday Night.
I need to archive this. I’m tired of forgetting about things I love. This is not for you in total. This is for me and everybody when everything I write down dies and the internet will be alive forever. That is a lie as well.
Sunday, April 29th: Got flower. Put in cup. (Will not bloom). Stairwell & Promise for more Friday Nights. What will it look like? Uncharted territory. I like Allison as a friend, but I also want to kiss Allison. It’s difficult. We’ll keep it simple.
Monday, April 30th: Walk to Yoga. Got Bread Pudding from Old Peninsula. Ate together, all sticky. Stayed up working and getting shit done. So much shit done. Laundry and list-making.
Tuesday, Wednesday (make list on picnic table outside Trowbridge), Thursday: Cat Rehearsals. Shoulder holding on top of Dalton stairs.
Thursday Night: Hot. Hot. Hot. 2 in the morning cold shower. Stephanie come in. Cold washcloth, close door. Awkward laugh so hard. Leg up. Have to sleep.
Friday, May 4th: Women’s Studies watch abortion video. Decide that if one of us was male, we would be over.
Friday Night, again: KPEP reading. Come, watch Flobot videos in lounge. Count number of strokes on back. Ask her if she’d like to fall asleep. Half-sleep under halloween Christmas lights. Worth it. Leaves at five in the morning and wakes you to say “sleep, sleep, sleep”
Saturday, May 5th: Eat dinner. Walk together. Get ibuprofen for her. Dance to Whitney Houston and Beyonce in FAB lounge handing out programs. Perfect Show. Hugging on Stage.
Saturday Night: Dance at Cat-after party. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Eat cake in Trowbridge hall. She asks if she is moving to fast. You laugh. Relief. Go to Tanj’s. Brittany and Melba break your heart. Pooh onesie shirt. Burnett’s. Holding hands under blanket. 10 fingers. Ring of Fire. Just drink Sprite. Tanj tells you you are not a baby. You adore Tanj. Talk about man. Apples to Apples. You can’t stop touching. You are in public. You love this. You leave. Go to Gender-Nuetral bathroom. Talk about what you want to do at 4 in the morning. You take photos of her. Three. You go to corners to make decisions. You take 45 minutes. You realize that you are in no rush. You know because Sara and Bianca have ordered Spice and Rice and ate it in the time that you have been in the bathroom. Go to her room. Clear off her bed of laundry. Fall in her bed in a soft and hot and sweaty sleep. Half-sleep. Half-hold. You leave at 9 and sleep until 12. You need to write a paper, now.
Gettit Corrine and Khaliah. Oh, dear.
And. Also. Never look at Youtube comments.
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