the morning after with iTunes

It was the nooks staff party last night.
Free booze and food.
Whenever I think I've growen beyond who I was four years
ago, I end up in a time whorp.

I was talking to Page and disscovered that our friends
were the cutest people there,
that answeres the age old question of why we 'keep it in the family'.

Fuck though, I feel like I couldn't pick up a sailor
at port on payday, even if I could though something tells me
I'd spend the whole experience comparing him to someone else.

Maybe instead of a fear of success I have a fear of sadisfation.

thanks for listening,
julie

i looked

i looked for you
and when i say you
i mean their was three
of you that equaled one
and i wanna say your names so that you'll know

but

i feel like a few secreats are wearth keeping.
fuck spelling

i went to a few art openings

i had a few dates

but none equated me in the right way

i left alone

but fuck

your the only person i looked for

your nose hung in the pure british shape
of it's glory
"liquide courage" you said to me behide the hall
the nightly venue
you who will never read this

you who will

and hate women all the while
i wish , i wish , i wish


al ot of things

you and me


a pure night
where i could of felt all

ba timing is shit
in reality

the last you

last week you
came to my questions

this week
nothing

a few messages

thats all

maybe i should call my mom.


fuck i miss watching you knowing where you would be


how to find you

i miss


you


us


the


weather



thanks julie

I wanna

I wanna tell you i love you

I wanna tell you i think about you still
almost every morning

I wanna tellyou that once I tryed to put your face togethere in my head
if only it was to remeber you for one whole moment.

I wanna tell you I still wonder what your intetions were
why

I wanna tell you i dyed my hair black

I'm alone

I wanna tell you this isn't about you.

My Poetic Part

I do theses art co-labs with my neighbors at the studio. For mediums we use video, paints, chalk , water coulor pensils and music. So last night I wrote a few silly lines that never got read, there just for you guys. Ahhhhhhh, your lucky!

Running down that long
road

towards nothing
just to see
if
my cardiovascular
system can
maintain

this julting

of up and down
rythem.


Listen, clouse off eyes

shut lids

and Listen


to your fat cells popping
away

jelly jelly jelly

fat.


ya thats that.

silly left overs burn better. may your day bring you the simpsons.

finally

I've got a computer in my living space again. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, i'm learning how to be a social drinker again as a possed to a daily drinker that is. My lover told me last night that he's going to cut back too, with out my prompting. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.It's funny how ideas go from being in your head to reality . Reality ha ha ha ha ha ha! whats real to me ? whats real to you? does anyone know or care about these details?my coffee does. I hung out with an old friend last night , for most of it I could see four eyes and two lips worth of facsial features on her ba ba ba ba thats anothere reason to cut back on the booze she had had one drink and i 13 , though it's a beautiful number. I miss you, words can meet your eyes and i can't. reality. good music to cheak out: arcade fire and broken social scene and the postal service and julie parrell's things i shoulda' said last week avalible through funkiejulie@yahoo.com. shamful and shameless. i'll see you tommorrow. breath easy float with intention. ju lie