this date / this war criminal is / this date is brutal, it / it wants red / so i got red shoes ////// cause red becomes you / this red becomes you
...:.throwing muses.:...
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so i did get red shoes for march. i did not get the tattoo & i did not get to texas & i did pretty much nothing spectacular but oh boy i got some red shoes in yellow springs. they are just silly five-dollar china flats, like the shoes my mom used to wear in the seventies, or like the ones ananikko used to wear in 1994 & i love them. (i have not worn them. mostly because i have been wearing my pyjamas since last wednesday, pretty constantly, except for brief excursions to various grocery stores, & the day trip to yellow springs, which i just mentioned, & i'll throw it in here now because it's as good a place as any: i got a new tarot deck which is just gorgeous yes. i've played a bit with the deck but haven't worn the shoes. typical.)
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:today is- the ides of march
- my father's birthday
- the day which my mother, in 1995, called The Return Of The Ex-Boyfriends.
in 1995 i had three ex-boys. they all showed up at my house
that day (not at the same time.
Thank God).
to most of this hubbub, i say �
fie!� i don't give a dead rat's dry, crinkly tail about c�sar, & i don't give three crinkly tails about those three ex-boyfriends. (i do care very much about my father's birthday. i called him & sent him two cards (one snailish, one e-ish) & am making him a package.)
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:Projects For The End Bit Of The Vacation- start a sourdough starter
- alphabetize the fiction
- chronologize(?) the art history
- finish putting things on the walls in my studio
- dye my hair
delicious! >>>>>i can't remember any of the things i was going to talk about, besides these.
