Thiox

Like a magic trick, modern day magic. It's magic.

One Too Many Men

Sat on a stoop in yellow and purples and and orange glaze from the street. Rained, but only a little bit. He showed me pizza with the greenest of greens. Whoever heard of such a thing?

Holy Moles!

In lieu of missing the Problem of Evil this Monday due to Fall break, we honored Stephen Vicchio with our own version of class: a Bible Party! Replete with the blood and body of Christ, oh yes. A new friend was made too, Val brought Demming along for the fun. We shared an apocalypse donut, brown and goopy, like the end of the world.

Orange and brown, Dunkin Donuts honoring of Halloween, burgundy red and yellow cardboard, what a night!

The Reddest Thing

Stepped out of the MICA Bubble! Thankfully not my first time, yet I've been meaning to get to Red Emma's since I got here over a year ago and finally did tonight. Not red, but greenish and shades of black, white cracked ceiling and Joe with a blue shirt, Oxford style. And woman with her green dress on with pearly white buttons. Sat on purple seat cushions and drew in scarlet until the drawing was done. And his computer screen had been dropped maybe one too many times and buzzed like neon. A good day indeed.

Hard as Silk

Rachel dyed, I sewed, and soon enough my masturbating doll will have her clothes! Need to make myself a lifesize pair of these pants now...

To Train Home

And so they came home with me, Erik and Rachel and Amanda, and last night I realized two of my worlds were colliding while riding the train home.

Trippin'

Always on the move, noon til night, did almost die one too many times but that's how we like it, no? It rained and then rained some more until we couldn't see, which was bad since Rachel doesn't like using her windshield wipers very much at all. And I've driven with her before but never with Amanda and Erik who came to my house and I had my very first road trip with friends. On the way back home this morning at 5 this morning they were sleeping kids all flopped over each other in the backseat and Rach and I ate a cinnamon bun with a black plastic fork.

Raindrops were silver on glass and Erik felted us into his hair one by one, I went first, and the sky turned indigo so that the lights of the bridge we crossed could stand out against it.