tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52613090194889121922024-02-06T19:34:05.915-08:00LET'S BONDkeep it togetherUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-5701299238740914912013-11-24T15:21:00.000-08:002013-12-09T15:53:43.273-08:00hi!you can now find recent works over at <a href="http://lisaladehoff.com">lisaladehoff.com</a>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-15618173336078910132010-01-10T09:26:00.000-08:002010-01-10T09:27:22.311-08:00<br><br><br><br>"No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination."<br /><br /><br />James Joyce<br><br><br><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-41871733220698128542009-12-03T22:41:00.001-08:002009-12-04T07:26:58.802-08:00At 2 a.m., The Neighborhood Looks Bad<br><br><br><br> You evoke the pleasantries of parks and ponds and water fountains in July; foggy memories of a perfect, half-invented childhood, that’s what you are. <br /><br><br />And I'm unfolding like bad origami. <br><br><br><br><br><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-66382752450357247022009-11-28T01:00:00.001-08:002009-11-28T01:04:24.104-08:00<br><br><br><br><br>This is all a ridiculous fantasy. Always embracing a memory. Your neck blooming outward into two perfect shoulders, your fingers on a pencil, your feet pressing down on the ground between us, the smell of the recollection of a smell. <br><br>I'll migrate with the geese this time next year, remembering to wish harder for better luck.<br><br><br><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-86708085127619351422009-11-17T10:12:00.001-08:002009-11-17T10:12:50.497-08:00The Devil's DictionaryCAT, n. A soft, indestructible automaton provided by nature to be <br />kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle. <br /> <br /> This is a dog, <br /> This is a cat. <br /> This is a frog, <br /> This is a rat. <br /> Run, dog, mew, cat. <br /> Jump, frog, gnaw, rat. <br /><br /><br />--Ambrose BierceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-31633651949326900272009-08-31T14:10:00.001-07:002009-08-31T14:10:50.678-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9E6s6Dz-6YM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9E6s6Dz-6YM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-87572780074085510622009-08-31T13:54:00.000-07:002010-04-22T09:44:16.332-07:00ambiguous enough for youI don't even remember half the things we said. Nights had to be never-ending. Summer dead and damp, took one look at this place and didn't even bother unpacking her bags.<br /><br />: : : <br /><br />The end of it all in three days, the end for the last time; why does this feel like the bottom of my childhood? I tried to tell you I wasn't an adult yet, like a butterfly with two-thirds wings. You said, it doesn't work like that.<br /><br />: : :<br /><br />Dipping down below the Mason-Dixon, scenery the same for five hundred miles, the birds behind all our eyes brown and grey. I miss so much, I miss everything, I miss the sand soggy at high tide and the sweaty ocean, I even miss the mosquitoes if it means more.<br /><br />: : :<br /><br />It's easy to forget the beauty and the bright lights when familiarity shades the heart, alley lamps shine into a bedroom window but even with the lights off I can see your eyes are open<br /><br />: : :<br /><br />Sea-Bird Island. I like that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-42112774327662125992009-01-21T16:42:00.000-08:002009-01-21T18:24:33.347-08:00to drink everything in is also to feel very full<br><br>i am replaying things in my mind; <br /><br /><br />i like pressing ‘rewind’ for moments i want to relive again and again, <br /><br /><br />‘pause’ for the ones i wish would never end, <br /><br /><br />and ‘slow motion’ for the kissing scenes.<br><br><br><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-52717499130714402282009-01-08T14:14:00.001-08:002009-10-12T21:57:45.889-07:00once i drew a perfect circle and showed it to someone and they said that's an ovali am hormonal and i will tear your hair out <br /><br />*<br /><br />i'm nice<br /><br />*<br /><br /><br />you have such cute morning legs<br /><br />*<br /><br />we are puddles<br /><br />we are the tender weather<br /><br />*<br /><br />you are still the same-- no one ever really changes; that's what i told you, no one ever really changes. you looked at me and said, 'your smile is still the same'<br /><br />*<br /><br />i heard your cat drinking out of my water glass and i had to keep myself from laughing. i heard his little mouth moving the ice cubes. you were asleep and i had to laugh silently.<br /><br />*<br /><br />i want to make a shirt that says, 'reading is righteous!'<br /><br />*<br /><br />sometimes i think you are the reincarnation of an ugly bunny rabbit.<br /><br />*<br /><br />i'm still afraid of the darkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-38296643109573697562008-12-16T10:33:00.000-08:002013-12-21T11:36:16.986-08:00ramblepostastronomical distances<br />rain<br />sleet<br />snow<br />ubearable humidity<br />relatively unbearable<br />darkness<br />car rides<br />this cold city<br />bodies rotating together or apart<br />in the morning sleepy kisses<br />stay<br />becoming a little less revealing for you<br />becoming a little more for everything else<br />i have or will become things and places<br />i have traveled in a fantasy<br />i have calculated the distance from your ankles to my mouth<br />(it is far)<br />wine<br />kissing<br />finger touching<br />sleeping<br />slipping teetering falling<br />laughing<br />subtracting<br />gambling<br />flowing a river of blood<br />drinking your bone marrow when i was sick of feeling mean and thirsty<br />hurting<br />sick by only some standards<br />alone by no means<br />alone at the counter<br />by the bathroom watching people kiss and then feeling lousy<br />(why did you do that?)<br />i'm glad we are friends<br />i wish we were more than just friends<br />you are in love for the first time<br />all those old callouses slough off the skin of the past<br />you are in love for the first time and you are excited<br />you appear apathetic<br />our relationship will change or remain the same<br />everything will come full circle<br />full oval<br />full cylinder<br />full square<br />in the morning my anxiety gets lazy and i feel existential serenity<br />i increase throughout the day and by nightfall i am terrified of the darkness<br />i stole a clementine from your apartment and it struck me as falsely romantic<br />i feel a little false a lot romantic<br />the shade of your shirt is exquisite<br />curves and shapes become confusing<br />i lie on the floor and become disoriented staring at the back of your head<br />(you have nice hair; that is important)<br />green trees streets evergreen aroma <br />contentedness solitude despair no none today or at least not yet<br />not consistent enough to be manic<br />you kissed me in public and i felt alarmedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-40094241398050619472008-12-14T10:07:00.000-08:002008-12-14T10:12:02.257-08:00<br><br>to the top of the hancock, wine drunk and gazing out over our expansive kingdom; everything seems so small when you're way up high<br><br><br><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-32149274340879754632008-12-08T15:58:00.000-08:002008-12-08T16:24:48.099-08:00we drew out plans but the inks with which the letters and lines were drawn were only semi-permanent<br /><br /><br /><br />fleeting december steam only makes this life tinier to us, tinier and more urgent and impossible<br /><br /><br /><br />cocktails drinks beers and candles, the floor feels like a gymnasium trampoline, you look unimpressed<br /><br /><br /><br />we can make everything come to life if we draw it well enough and love it long enoughUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-54671265248707564222008-12-07T16:18:00.000-08:002008-12-07T16:27:31.754-08:00Reddi Whip me into a frenzy.<br /><br /><br />i need a haircut.<br /><br /><br />let's do all the tiny intimate things i fantasize about constantly.<br /><br /><br />you would put your book-pages down on your extended legs and smoke and watch me writing at the roll-top and i would feel romantically unfulfilled and not look back at you until i heard your eyes shimmering with your back to the wall of my bedroom.<br /><br /><br />there is no need to draw lines.<br /><br /><br />today i wash my hair for you. maybe.<br /><br /><br />sometimes i stare at plants and wonder if they have feelings or if they would scream if we were to touch them or cut them and we just can't hear.<br /><br /><br />i drink and then have bad handwriting and i tend to drink and then write.<br /><br /><br />i feel bad and good to see you. <br /><br />i feel good.<br /><br />i look forward to it.<br /><br />i experience sensations of worry and regret constantly.<br /><br /><br />you are pretty and you are snow and you are sad and you are my muse.<br /><br /><br />you are a desert and i grow on you despite all odds.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-7867476776410773702008-12-07T12:39:00.000-08:002008-12-07T12:41:00.472-08:00<BR><BR><BR>i like you but you're full of grammatical errors<br><br><br><br><BR><BR><BR>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-24753274822468932652008-11-27T12:44:00.000-08:002008-11-27T17:49:48.585-08:00i wrote 'i love you' backwards on your chest while you were sleeping. later when you went into the bathroom you shut the door and did not come out for a long time<br /><br /><br /><br />i connected the freckles on your back and they look like Boris Yeltsin<br /><br /><br /><br />if we were to lie down in the desert room together i would put my fingers into the sand until i found yours and we would say nothing and trace the outlines of the iron with our eyes shut<br /><br /><br /><br />nothing will ever be good enough. not even you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-73549917051134749222008-11-26T15:19:00.000-08:002008-11-26T15:27:19.681-08:00<br><br>you are chopped white mushrooms and i am slivered truffles<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-1189458816634293982008-11-21T13:59:00.000-08:002008-11-21T14:00:13.012-08:00guess which one i am and you can move in with me and be my life mate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgni_kez535CA090A1snkllONqfuKgzYA332LiQVPpWLk_wZV-BkKTwY5pV6vq4nKHSq8WpJkPXzdNNA5Kq8rH_YWLDix0WBNGfifUAZnNZrpEfsbAk_mGqH3RC8pHAQLbx7cF4PhAjX9vu/s1600-h/n1146120284_30064271_8043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgni_kez535CA090A1snkllONqfuKgzYA332LiQVPpWLk_wZV-BkKTwY5pV6vq4nKHSq8WpJkPXzdNNA5Kq8rH_YWLDix0WBNGfifUAZnNZrpEfsbAk_mGqH3RC8pHAQLbx7cF4PhAjX9vu/s400/n1146120284_30064271_8043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271233958106558930" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-49038418712818325402008-11-21T13:47:00.001-08:002008-11-21T13:48:30.406-08:00<br><br>you are a xylophone and i am a marimba lumina<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-4320753788816165252008-11-19T14:31:00.000-08:002008-11-19T14:51:03.944-08:00you are the ultimate lips touch and then i wake up dreamUnknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-38059420883837720932008-11-19T13:21:00.000-08:002008-11-19T13:23:09.000-08:00ladehoff photo shoot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71Q9F1rpVVNNr8RCwCW-HUkmEDXQTuOBRtanG7ojz-7oWDVRlwIgDN5wg8aRf4HRnyPp5xsQv3datOG5UP84R5TSFNvM6YifeWZWgxQRE_5PwO9DH9Ui4WDoP9g3ulPDOKlnfz8SYmsha/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71Q9F1rpVVNNr8RCwCW-HUkmEDXQTuOBRtanG7ojz-7oWDVRlwIgDN5wg8aRf4HRnyPp5xsQv3datOG5UP84R5TSFNvM6YifeWZWgxQRE_5PwO9DH9Ui4WDoP9g3ulPDOKlnfz8SYmsha/s400/Photo+75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270482184827813218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZKlS0WfF4FfZNAHEzU1JeOZHAsdK76VyOxcYRie35dw3EI9eE3M_SdPssk-Ddc87g0GX_R7GHpfMFFo5t6sTzRdR_7Y1jz170T9ZocQxu-VLCR63K-YmoH_Wi53Vpu4aMcS-Sq-tJp9T/s1600-h/Photo+72.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZKlS0WfF4FfZNAHEzU1JeOZHAsdK76VyOxcYRie35dw3EI9eE3M_SdPssk-Ddc87g0GX_R7GHpfMFFo5t6sTzRdR_7Y1jz170T9ZocQxu-VLCR63K-YmoH_Wi53Vpu4aMcS-Sq-tJp9T/s400/Photo+72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270482177711875282" /></a><br />good looks run in the family. just kidding.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-55641052309934104002008-11-18T07:12:00.000-08:002008-11-18T07:13:30.063-08:00if you were a Bic pen i would always hold you in my hand,<br />even if you exploded.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-64890044493910315432008-11-18T06:53:00.000-08:002008-11-18T06:54:07.896-08:00you are the ultimate warm bed in wintertime.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-54006920825437136942008-10-27T12:59:00.000-07:002008-10-27T13:09:15.852-07:00impending sense of destruction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxqWXpartHpUOwTYYT4ZoAuGxY4p3ODxOhU-5NA93YpSS0QBSrrbl5JfOXfCNbV5u_BhoaWAuCg1nXmStDr7pD5D0FBTA1jzWJ0MHda0bq6WJBcYbZZtLGzG_qEIzsOgzgjIg2EcPuq6y/s1600-h/Photo+73.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxqWXpartHpUOwTYYT4ZoAuGxY4p3ODxOhU-5NA93YpSS0QBSrrbl5JfOXfCNbV5u_BhoaWAuCg1nXmStDr7pD5D0FBTA1jzWJ0MHda0bq6WJBcYbZZtLGzG_qEIzsOgzgjIg2EcPuq6y/s400/Photo+73.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261926568197747954" /></a><br /><br />terrible nightmares about humungous rats attacking my cat, and stepping on skulls, and eating fried albino tomatoes in vinegar.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-10178849069037222502008-10-26T19:15:00.000-07:002010-08-03T12:19:04.219-07:00things to consider while riding public transportation on a late fall eveningdon’t drink and fly if you are a pigeon and there are winds in excess of forty miles per hour because you will crash into your pigeon friends and they will tell you that you have a drinking problem and think you are a massive asshole.<br /><br />let’s get drunk and yell at each other. <br /><br />let’s get drunk and say things we don’t mean to each other.<br /><br />let’s get drunk and yell i love you at each other. <br /><br /><br />i would not recommend telling your mother that you don’t want to wear your coat; it’s cold outside and you will regret it later when you’re playing kickball with all your little buddies. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i would like to go on a date to hobby lobby with you. you had better pick out something good.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261309019488912192.post-40989340562863053522008-10-16T09:07:00.000-07:002008-10-16T09:08:55.339-07:00new <a href="http://www.robotmelon.com">robot melon</a>, couple old poems.<br /><br />don't read them, read other people's things. <br /><br />i feel like shit today.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3