i'm listening to lover's spit just over and over.. it's by broken social scene if you wanna download it.  felt nice to have poetry back in my life for a brief moment.  that was the first "poem" to come out since poetry club days.  i like them sort of.  i'm thinking lately of writing conversations.  trying out some different nuances people have in their speech.  usually the thing i love the most about movies is the way people talk to each other in them.. because they have these perfect conversations a lot of the time, whether it be perfectly pleasant or perfectly funny or perfectly terrifying or perfectly awkward, it's all just perfect and it always makes me so envious that life doesn't end up so perfect like that.  but then it feels so good when you have moments of conversation with people where words come out easily and end up exactly how you want them.  joy is all in the comparisons.
 
"all these people drinking lover's spit..swallowing words while giving head"
 
brian kinney sexually propositioned me last night in my dream and then ran away and the car we were riding in turned into a horse.  "my grandmother was chasing me with a spoon and my brother was made of jam and his buttocks explodes..!!"