last night, at the pub,
a hundred people milling around
for an after work drink in a plastic cup
and the 2 girls behind the bar
pouring 3 beers at a time
and shaking it to run dmc
summer was in the air
old school style
dear jagernauth,
thank you for sending this little gem to my inbox.
dear bicycle,
thank you for making me ride like the wind.
dear weekend,
i love you.
xo
last night at the roundhouse
i kept thinking back to 1846
when this place was a steam engine repair shed
and how the man who built the building
couldn’t possibly have imagined
a brainy boy brit pop band singing on stage
to a crowd of bopping heads
i wondered, for a moment, what this would all look like in a 100 years
and then i just shut up and listened to the music
resistance is futile
begin
NZCA/Lines
it might have been the fever
or the zombies
or that feeling of
the end of the world
where everything is deserted
and everything sounds like tumbleweeds
and everyone you ever knew
is gone
oh! but to wake from the sickness in the morning
and feel alive again
and feel that gratitude
as if for the first time
for how beautiful life really is
if i have to write one more cover letter
i just might lose my shit
and then she swam down the amazon river
into the mouth of the angry spirit
and all these men were having sex on the banks
and the archers pulled on their bows
and flung their arrows into the water
and the blue creatures bled
and thousands of snakes feasted on them
and she was finally free from the cult
that kept her hostage
which begs the question
wtf?
he said people who say valentine’s day is just a commercial ploy
don’t have a romantic bone in their bodies
i recognize those words
i used to say them myself
and so,
i buy the card and i buy the present and i buy into the whole day
because it’s about love after all
and what could be so bad about that?
so this is for my mom who has the biggest heart i know
and this is for my sister who inspires me in the way she loves her sons
and this is for my other sister who shines like a new penny
and this is for my cousin who makes me laugh and reminds me that i am human
and this is for the friend with whom i haven’t shared whiskey in far too long
and this is for the friends who encourage me to follow my dreams
and this is for him, for being the most romantic man i know
morning, meet meditation
meditation, meet coffee
coffee, meet chocolate
chocolate, meet music
let the meeting for the secret society of happiness begin
stuck
in
my
head!!!
i now pass it over to you
typewriter. tip tip tip.
jakishan
feel good video of the day
this love thing is a navigation tool
to help you find your way back to each other
she said: if you don’t have alt-j in your life, rectify immediately
situation rectified. thanks fi.