Monday, February 16, 2009


i am quite sure that i am slowly
but definitely, ruining
any chance of you
ever liking me
as much as
i like you.
just by


Monday, February 9, 2009

brushing teeth.

i can't sleep without clean teeth.
i physically cannot fall asleep if i have not brushed my teeth.

i can handle anything else.
unrbrushed hair, still fully clothed, at someone else's house,

but i cannot sleep without clean teeth.

i think it has something to do with the concept of 
brushing your teeth at night is like brushing away
the day. im a sucker for metaphors. 

but really juno? 
germs and tartar are equivalent to a day?

it's odd. i'm odd. what do you expect?

Friday, February 6, 2009


i have these things floating around in my head.
like bread crumbs that float around in beer glasses
in yucky pubs.
you can try and try to clean out the glass,
but those words will not come out.
they'll still be there after a vigorous cleaning
and will float around in new beer.
and, like beer, the bread crumbs result in headaches.
they wrap themselves around the tear ducts and squeeze
until there is nothing left.
until you realise that there is nothing left.
and then new alcohol finds a way into the ducts and out of your face.

and even when you walk right into that yucky pub,
and  you replace that beer with shots of anything
until nothing works anymore, 
those bread crumbs still find a way to stay inside that dirty glass which is your head.