its four thirty am. since the fridge isn't cool enough the water feels warm and the sun hits twenty four seven. yesterday in the airport these pictures were taken:

sometimes when you're in something you feel yourself not in it. spain is weird to me. like the people walking by with their big eyes and nice hair and lisps. and the ariport. and the calamari sandwiches. and the flute men chasing after you for spare change. the thing that is harming is not being around everyone i know.

outside my window:

ghey babehs!
you are the lovers of mmy babies.
hello tought dude going to college
and also maybe i know what i gots do its likke i dont care its weir man

kats here kats here!!!!!!!!!!!

her and a new pair of socks. and edwin.

EVERYTHINGS HAPPENING!

if you just got out of the shower we have something in common. if you're looking for me i'm nearly gone. where am i? Benihanas.

just in case was my password for a while until i changed it to kitschen calc Q lus and apple

i decided to make everything public minutes after telling everyone that i got out of the shower.

i'm excited.

nothing really right now

just came back from delfina and it was the weirdest thing ever to touch my face. today was almost horrible but the beginning was so perfect that its perfection was a disease reminding me of a UTI. buffalo exchange on haight is filled with.. well.. its filled with a long line of sellers. me and miko sat there today and in exchange for his time and for his birthday i gave him an ipod. later on after 74 brand new dollars we headed on the six to meet matt to wish him off to wish me off for him new york and for me nowhere. it's been a long 2 hours and 36 minutes. before this time we ran up and down elevators and saw this view.

it reminds me of all the things a place can offer and all the self proclaimed landmarks that are made to absorb peoples feelings and blinks. each time i blink before the time my lids touch and the time my lids miss i remember everything i just saw and move it to enter inside me. when i am sad i usually just stare at the person I'm sad with and pretend I'm playing the game of blink, if that game fails then i play the game which rules revolve around the idea of not being the one to laugh first. when it comes to tantrums even though I'm a year older i still feel the same.
some say my problem is opening up and others say the same thing.

i want to be seventeen

i only have nine minutes left and then thats it. ive been camping so it's not my fault. i got a lot of things around my room all messy. ive got a lot of things.

when i get sick, ill be sick. sometimes its nicer to be. but not when you have company over and not enough time to make a quick meal and not enough time to go somewhere where y ou haven't been because your sick and lazy.


i want to be married but marriage wont take me.

when things aren't your case you should file a law suit. when it's not your problem it's not your fault.

square one is a square bigger than the universe.



40 minutes earlier i got a call from ken which was very nice. the Filipino time zone plays on a field opposite of mine. this is the same for other countries on the other side of the ocean laying to my right. the next person to call me made me upset.

welcome to westcovina!

letter of encouragment round two:

Subject:

so

Body:
The other day something unrelated made me think of you, which happens. So I remembered that you had a blog thing, and I remembered the address to it, and I made my way there.

Now I dont know if you know this, but I've set my sites on becoming a writer or something along those lines, so I read things much too much. When I read those things, usually my favorites that are really great, I have a habit of spending the next few minutes after that narrating the things I do in my head, and formulating all my thoughts as if I was going to put them down on something, like a paper or computer. It's a nice little side effect.

After reading a couple of entries on your blog thing, I found myself doing just that.

So I guess the point of all this, is to just say thank you for putting them on something, and then out on the internet for me to see.

small words of encouragement

death can cause many things. little irony is found after and inside of nothing. laugh out louds can be considered selfish even when you want to dance after a while it becomes old. the older you get the closer you are and you can up the process by doing nasty things. some would call it nasty and others fun. it's up to you to decided.

living is like moving over in bed also this is seen as tossing and turning. if your parents are afraid to let you go then your parents come in a pair. it is likely that you will notice.

some people win a lot of things. money like scholarships or they cheat into steeling liza minelys bank account. most money comes from somewhere and we just don't know it. this is why we are connected and remain so keen on connecting.

if there is some one you like the chances they feel the same is partially open. you would be lucky if they felt the same. they will come your way and you wont even know it. luck doesn't come in dosages and instead comes from birth.

my end note is one simple rule.
rule 9

it's lighter than you think. so don't hire moving men.

i dont think i get sad. what i get is itchy.

today I'm graduating. those of you who are unfamiliar with me probably are most surprised. today I'm graduating and i don't even care.

sometimes i want to smoke because i know its best to help this. i want to eat spoiled eggs and gagg and get racy with someone who is bad.

if you force yourself into feeling good then you force your self into doing something. if you eat really fast you'll forget about how much you are eating. this happens with drinks and things related. i don't know anything about myself in the night or the morning, i feel most comfort arise in mid day. the worst thing is when i sit in the park i feel extra dumb. i would rather sit in bed. my bed is broken. the middle has no support and its like a hole. you'll see the diagram. every time i wake up off it i say to myself "20 more days and NO MORE OF THIS!" i like my blanket, it use to make me sneeze till i couldn't take it. i got rid of it and missed it and forced myself into loving it all over again.

I'm always the same with everything i do. you can compare me to a couch; some say I'm really comfortable.

dear yogi

it is funner when you don't know anybody and find someone at a close call of almost being alone. when i am next to you i dream about witches eating us or scratching my leg and telling me to be afraid of anyone outside Parisian decent.

minutes pass
i am getting quiet after repeating the word arrriba with a terrible side of rolling errres. its weird when i don't say a word, and its even weirder when you get stopped on the street. famously assaulted like a man who dresses too hot for the weather. always, i am mad when you take all the attention. always i am mad.

i am mad when you don't write me letters. if you don't write me when you're gone i will feel replaced. whenever i am replaced i feel tender. like a tenderloin grilling by some smashed potatos. transfer me to a letter and i will be the letter P.

i hate the belly aches you give me. stop feeding me chips and steakhouse almonds. give me mango. give me mango all the time. i love mangos in the same way that i love you.

lately my legs have been growing. they grow when i am sleeping and listening to things that make me move like an arrow. i am so long. you'll have to travel my distance. from boston to sanfrancisco to L.A. to spain and back to america.

see me for directions.

love

caca

last time was funner than this time

the problem with this kind of thing is the free. i don't mind so much being hammered by a man but i do as hell mind being hammered by a boy. a half man. an in between-- a still sucking sucker. and that's why i was so taken a back as i was walking up the stairs of my house. little did i know that old d. loufas would be sitting on my sidelines sipping a cola laughing it up with that oh so welcoming fam of mine. it's ok, i concur. i pray to god. i will blink my eyes just once.
i will open my eyes after 7 seconds and remember what it's like. i'll like it and feel it and hold it for a good amount of time. it's expired and it's rotten so i threw it out and went to daly city to watch sex and the city with a man who is not gay. his initials are J.W and his receding hair line co exists. jk. there was this girl that i was spying on when i left the bathroom i heard her say one thing and i almost puked. the movie displayed women negatively, as in they only think about two things shopping and sex. what a fucking floozy.sometimes i feel bad for all girls who don't have anna karina's brain.

eat him alive and love it

hello my friends, I'm with three people right now and their names are Matt miko jason Carla manila west and we're called the land of opportunity for nothing. it's totally legit that it is so fucked up. SHOUT OUT TO BIG p YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I KNOW YOU ARE READING THIS. dream bigger than a plant that is bigger than NYU and snobby jason's apartment equipped with pirates bootie. and pirate jokes that i used to share with someone who is no one that i no longer know. you cant just do homework and expect a big win, the new schhools pretty good, and were looking for a free school. miami university in ohio-- it is fucking good. no one even knows it.

EVERYONE'S STUPID

someone had the best night of their little life last night. someone feels real sick. someones about to watch away with words, and miko now is 20. my old man J is no longer my old man J. dorothy's the real deal, shes following along to spain. we like to spoil each other. and spend all our money and eat at big boys for breakfast. my guts gone, according to arlo. we visited him around 11 this morning to seek some water and friendly advice. since he had no cash he was out of service. MY BELLY WANTS CHINESE FOOD.

why hello hello hello

hottie of the year- praxis uriarte!

im real good at air hockey. but asides from that im even better at taking pictures.



h

todays special is HOT-- jump on in!

i have to take an ap test, im still a little drunk, like an asian an asian an asian.

this morning i spent half an hour damping my face with lavender aroma therapy. boy it feels good to pamper myself in front of the mirror,it's like eating twizzlers on the bus or steeling from a large man with a high tolerance to ignore me. if it was it would've been so good.

tonight will be the biggest night of my life. i have a brown dress and red shoes and my hair will exceed phenomenal value. tomorrow im going camping with the rocks. come with me, i've been wanting to have this kind of fun with you.

i've been waiting for the 23rd all may. also the 4th but the fourth is over and now praxis is 19. yesterday or 6 hours ago i took her around and got her cool stuff. you cant even imagine- c o o l. i want to be cool with everyone like a catch a fish. or that girl in the picture next to the red balloon. but she sucks, she's lonely. no lonely for me. i like my man to keep me sheltered, i like it when he buys me hats and tooth paste.

good morning beautiful babies!!

this sucks. portfolios are due in ten seconds and my head is missing. im eating corn pops and like pop rocks i have bombs in my mouth. i save the left over milk for my morning dosage of vitamin c pills and all akin.

you know what is boring? oil pastels. smudged on top of something you once found nice. temperature.means temper, means dont push it "i dont like my buttons being pushed." i have a big book in front of me. i have a little book in front of me. which should i touch first? the answer is in the kite runner. watch watch watch it!

eat me alive. i use to wonder what a hot dog was made out of. and now i don't.

h
o
t

"when people are boring just spice things up"

in short i would have to never open another book and become really stupid. you know me better than anyone else. your name is kat.

my lead just captured you into a vortex. wheedle coax CAJOLE. I'm tugging on your sleeve and kissing your feet and pulling you fairly forward.

trampled on by another heat wave.

just finished watching the kite runner. maybe what i need is prayer. or something else, something that is far away, things that i don't see and have now. like a big yellow big large yellow the color yellow splashing all over me like I'm heating up in a microwave like I'm ready to be. yellow. my dad use to always do this thing, when he called me on the phone and he'd be far away. i had to imagine yellow when my eyes closed as i was almost laying asleep. before bed i would pray some hail marys and are fathers and another two which i don't know the names of. and sometimes i would ask god for good dreams. i would collide my prayers with the color yellow. and now when it goes on, I'm just scared. it probably is normal, its probably a sign of myself realizing the value in containing an empty tupper ware of air. and putting it in the fridge. and eating it tomorrow for dinner. when i think about my move to spain my leg cramps. or sometimes i feel really giddy like I'm ridding on a saddled horse minus the allergies. i can cry for everyone I'm leaving. not because they'll do the same or feel the emptiness in space, but because it underlines this awareness of time. the moving of the motion. its selfish, I'm selfish.

puzzle night beach head hard candy rock and roll.

all hyped up to sober up. today I'm not at school. last night i threw up everywhere and this morning circling around 5 i threw up again. I'm a notch away from decomposition. he said " if you cant describe something in words, our own people can't understand each other" if you can make an honest connection between someones shoes and the length of their stride you'll be able to realize the emptiness between life and mystery. fhewww that is incredible. i increasingly find myself repeating the word America when referring to everyone around me. i should be a coach or athletic director sport fitness for the olympics. i do like the colors red white and blue. and i do like the states floating below it. and i no longer like othello and i no longer watch the Flintstones or collect stones, but i remember playing barbie. that's why i was so taken ah back when i saw a barbie van on chestnut-- a life sized pink barbie van license plate titled: kenzie. i creamed my pants.

too much of everything can kill you like jack in the beanstock running from the big bad wolf.run from me and ill give you your moneys worth.

the greatest thing about having too much of something is openly highlighting the extra flavor with precision and color. it wins the game. you can see the temper growing with the greed and all its obscure crannies and the accessories that rise while bouncing alone. WELCOME WELCOME MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE

potato head

im feeling generous

today we were suppose to play tennis and we could've but we didn't because i coudln't take it and it was everything you had to offer. i went to the gym and smoked some aces. phones on repeat a negative silent respirator. how boring. I'm so sorry. so sorry i couldn't take it. take on me. like a bizarre love triangle with everyone in your family. i read a couple emails, one stating this:

-fighting with you is merely necessary condition of our wild relationship.
and of course, it's only because i love you very very very very very much.
but, aquarabbit is slowly catching up.....despite being so Aqueous.
-sometimes people just want to have everything.
just remember I AM ENOUGH!
-you've got a cold cold heart.

after reading that i cried. i cried because i wished it was november 25. when i wasn't so close to leaving. I'm hoping for another 40 days but its looking more like a 30. solid.
if i hear one more word. one more peep stitching up something about anything unrelated. i swear. i swear that i don't know what I'll do.

maybe charge that phone. get ah going.

inflation bites: tough times ahead

Celery remains to be stationed as one of the twelve most contaminated fruits and vegetables on the market. Fresh organic celery is sold in whole foods for the price of 4.99. and I had a harrowing experience yesterday. It was my boyfriends fault. Do you know why because he didn’t do his regular extensive research. The question which should’ve been “did you get your card back babe?” in my defense, because of this, I lost five hundred negative dollars, and now I have no celery to chew.

“They are at such a level you expect the best from them, and if you don’t live up to it, people notice,” said Todd Hale, a senior vice president of consumer and shopper insights for Nielsen, the market research company. “Being first gives you a competitive advantage. But it also means somebody is going to follow you and catch up with you.”

its a good morning for a good day

a refl

to rephrase my letter of anger. jason did not get mad at me for answering my phone, and instead yelled at me for saying what what what in a repetitive motion.also he is the love of my life. even though we fight every second. today i broke up with him, and then realized it was dumb. again and again and again. also if your sending him post cards, stop telling him to go to spain to see you, if he decides to go to spain it will only be for me, got it gen???


love
carla

this wont make you feel good.

take a walk on the wild side

i use to love candy like the way i love men. now in the way i love a man. now in the way i hate hokus pokus and all that's related with clowns and boys.

these sturdy Tuesdays really kill me. with time to spare, i sleep away. i jump in the shower and roam around floor less. powerful. home alone.
there's nothing to look forward to.
on a day like this all i have is television.

i've got the itches.
there's a leak.

you you you

ok america, get ready for another friendly dosage of the latest me.
it'll be better this time because i have much to say.

today i ate a chicago deep dish pizza. little did i know. the sauce sits relaxing right on the cheese, as the cheese is right on the sauce. its layers contagiously erupting. shhh it's a secret.
talk about seep dish. talk about heaven.

i can almost eat cereal, but I'm too afraid to go up stairs.
tony's aunt is in.
and i lack the knack for conversation.

the big P is coming up soon. i'm getting really excited. I'm not crazy, I'm keeping it casual. like hot dress socks with colored stripes. like the man i saw today. he got on at castro and looked 49. sitting. showing socks. paired with shoes. and a royal blue neck tie. i couldn't stop looking. i could've turned gay.

refreshingly filliing the old world's bustle

what is it what is it.
the barrier of undeniable truths. my paper is in "finito"
this is my first ex hale. already I've attempted to rekindle my lost romance with my slamming "geee-- tar" following its chords, already i feel slamming.
ma found a Heineken in the fridge, as is, it was funny when she said we don't drink that here. i dont know who it was, but if it was you, you're in big trouble.
them and the rest of the clan are back from the wild, formaly known as Yosemite. I'm sure they too were slamming, as i would, if i were having a blasting time. sooon though, i too will find freedom. at last, as atleast.it comes with enough delight to motivate one to speak.
the funnest part was dans paris. it was on repeat, entirely, 3 days straight.

already,
i miss everyone around me.

IM TIRED.
LOVE ME.

i almost forgot.

IM NEVER SURPRISED ANYMORE.

if you're into suppression. obsession. depression.
if you're a controlling converting piss.
positively
i want you out
OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!!!!

you need to know, the answer is yes.

i spent my entire life of april 18 and 19 and 2008 with miko and matt and all it cost me was my life. they are unruffled. providing that camp effect.

i love them for good.


i feel stupid half the time, out of it. in it. over it. bouncing flat in it. or like a big sentiment, or sentence, settling. together with it, i'm bored.

it was nice in the morning when i wasn't pressured to find out an outfit and my vacation looked like hawaii. this was great because the film was rolling as i was yelling and suddenly again, i felt ok.

i'm not prepared. but, still i want to live in you, at the hop.


fetching a freckle, face, maze, corn, and forever hold my peace.
monday morning i have to remember: meet d. tom, for extra help. when it comes to NaCl3, im the master.

NO NO NO NO!!!

it is not so great when I'm not dropped off to the masonic and haight when i have to scramble around fishing change to go in a hurry. i am absolutely beyond any control sick of the bare walls the coughed crazies elevator nastiness. forest hill station i hate you. i can almost die.


hurry up.
back home.

my ideas on females: males: babies: mating: hello goodbye obvious interaction concludes in a small research paper titled:

"Looks and everything into the world of love and attraction."
I've been trying to write it for the past couple ah decades and today lessened learned i figured that with in ones wings the flight is never given. i made this up myself and now I'm motivated to do good. i must graduate i must i must. no more rubios, no more picture taking, or blog rolls, or breathing quietly under the arms of a llama. none of that. nothing for me, as my fate is to pile myself under the screen of my teleporting lap top under the eyes of my web cams holy lens. I'm sorry potato, there's no more time for you. not now, not ever. well forever, there's later.

later is funner. attention wil be fully yours. poeple are organically grown to self implication. the obvious being a committing promise of forever dangling freely like a babies rattle. we'll maneuver our way forward until we cant take it, until the unbearable juice of forever is flooding and we cant help but to look separate ways. its a scramble for fear. an empty promise of burnt bacon, of drinking spoiled milk to wash down the overdue eggs that roasted in the velvet cupcakes. its a horrible disease, but we cant fight nature.
so don't fight it, as later will always come.

I'm talent and no one even knows it. hurry up and realize already! i am the best.
people also confuse me for other people, they call me different names. sort of, i like it. when people mistaken me for my hero, i almost melt. ken just added me on face book, already i feel accepted. you've got to know it, and if you don't it hurts.

all fun all the time:

"you got a really nice mindset i like your style."

i dont want to go. anywhere ever. im finshing up this:__c3oh+___ox2 -->__co2__h2o
jesus. i cant balance anything. time or words and all that comes between people and plans and places to go and leaving to come back to stay or to be boring.

i dont care, i hate you.

this time i didn't go to school again, and you would think it'd be easier, since id have to be there at 12. i promised myself not to leave until my clothes were dry and heated and then i could leave after i nuzzled my face into them and put everything on.
i stayed awake and folded everything eating a sandwich with jalapeno yogurt cheese honey ham papaya mango salsa on wheat, apple granola with berry yogurts, two servings of peach salsa and chips.

Ive made a pretty big fool of myself , more than a few times. more than one finger can count, so far you can jump to your toes and look out at the stars and it'll make plenty.
I'm progress. is it that I'm trying to figure it out and cope and blame anyone else, or its that i cant think at all. i just feel this awkwardness in myself from being here.

im totally boring

here

and me

6 minutes, ready go!
i just put some lasagna in my hello kitty Tupperware and went through all my shoe boxes and found my bambu spork.
when i think of lasagna i think of the time i brought a box over and we ate it while watching the office but honestly it was old and nasty. ill be eating it while on the j while on my way to school to deliver my freakonomics book report. i have to hurry.

you've gotta watch out for that slouch

so sorry ive been forgetting about you. the morning wasted and tons to drink. this is not my story. last night i ate burger king. and never again..

hurry up and get in gear mode. and be ready to spit.
i am very young. in a couple a months ill be older, and it will be by a year. all of a sudden, everyone all at once will want to be friends with me. i'm all for the lesbian gossip magazines, there was a portable display of bagged pussies. so boring always it sounds. but which one are you?


i like sitting in the hot tub thinking about everyone who could've peed or how everyone jumps in naked and im just wallowing in their sweaty whats. this is what happend yesterday. praxis got a new bed too, i'm only jealous. i'm only jealous as i fall asleep on the carpet while shhes devoured by fluffy goodness of past time feathers while m sneezing and feeling awake.

if its not a healthy relationship, cut the chain.

this morning i woke up pretty early. while washing the residue mascara from the bottom of my eye bags i became one to realize that ive short handily missed my little one on one chat with tony, twice.
im happy about what im wearing. i feel very compatible. at night i get heat waves, flashing incognito, its my boo fucking me over. as not with another women but with his little games of hide and seek and sneak a peek peek a boo. and i shit all over. already im feeling today coming hungry.

i have 6 minutes. i feel stupid.

i have 9 9 9 9 9 nine minutes. here we go. i am going to play tennis. i have my tennis racket inside my back pack. also threee tennis balls. im wearing shorts later. with white shoes with a green line. right now i have on two socks with brown stripes they are old and fall by my ankles. im wearing mens pajamas. i feel ok.

this is how i feel right now

leave me alone

some people have ways to batter down the truth of reality. i for one know that i am in love with all things that taste like lavender ice cream. bollywood is also a nice place to go to when you're sick of the conventional places that life mortifyingly provides. i believe in great remixes and powder on your belly when your a little baby, and everyday you cry. smelling good isn't essential, i like the raw taste of a real meal. the flavors stick out like ammonia chlorine bleached sheets. there is an under toned regret for its arrival. so to follow up on yesterdays proposition i propose to be a boring girl. don't talk to me anymore. there's no time.

my moms quitting smoking and it makes her more demanding. i love hearing the stories.. still we're the same.
the man i love i feel should be the same as me. as we walk down the street well have the same taste, the same ears, ringing in them something un constitutional it wont stop. ill run around wearing his same old puke stained shirt. the one i spat on as i was draining down the ditch. he'll wear those same old pants with that same old smirk and all along ill never get tired. and on well go....

all I'm thinking about right now is rice pudding and the attraction it has to my soul. he has a recipe that i cant resist. I'm almost feeling great except i cant stop recalling the ditch of doom. yesterday i was falling down a mountain. without recollection I'm glad i had a board mask and boots. the ride was even more exciting. because i was just sitting. and what can be more fun. leafing around that is.
some get better with instinctual skill and others rent out books.

UPDATE UPDATE!

spains hitting me at the end of june

i just finished an entire lifetime of work, and I've washed my hands so much that i've turned into a shriveled up tomato. tomorrow ill have a ball game. i'll really hate it as i'll be squatting on the ground for nearly two hours. its annoying-- having balls popping up flying smack into my face. its serious when you miss one and someone makes it home and your shitting bricks because your entire life is dependent on your current level of excitement. i don't feel so pumped when i loose. after that I'm usually in for a harder trip because I'm forced to run on top.

anyways
yesterday i dropped a buffalo shrimp in the bottom of the oven. this was the worse mistake of my life. "don't be clumsy carla" that's what i am forced to repeat every time i get up. I'm up and running the up and coming it. today was ok, before i did all that work i was doing absolutly nothing, thank god for corn pops.

would you ever lie to me?

how long will it take until the answer is no

what a little sweet heart

close your eyes.
youre taking a shower and thinking about the only thing you think about when your alone and in heat.
i hear you.

today was a good day. for the most part i did absolutely nothing. i sat on a chair sunbathing my legs under a tent by a hole.

here i was surrounded with tons of family, and people who wanted to support ettiene's new rise to Catholicism.

i ate paeya and potato salad, bbq chicken on a stick and cake. i almost tasted everything at once, i couldve thrown up but i decide that i liked everything inside me. not only did we feed are selves and are guests but we fed the entire park, the rangers, the stoners, the men playing hackey sak, the old ladys collecting cans, the weird man with no toes, and anyone who was hungry and in need of a good meal. one lucky bum got to keep five bucks. according to baba

it is harder to recieve than give, to ask than offer and plus she believes that giving him money could only give little ettienne good luck.

i nodded the whole while, infatuated in disbelief. once three thirty rolled by we gathered in. the priest made all five hundred kids balloon animals, which delayed the service and kept em quiet.

we got a little bored and took this picture.

just now

how does one become so desperately attached to win someone over? im like an ant in a whirlpool squirming to be free.uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as im yelling perching forward and off i go, falling into a loaded bus of Popsicles. the higher i go the closer i am to the clouds, and that's when i notice: the trees are growing! id rather depart than arrive, im a destined reckoner. as my arrivals set foot they're departing. im arriving, ken is gone.

em: can you call me
b4 i hit the sack?
me: when
are you hitting it
and i shouldn't call you
Sent at 11:51 PM on Thursday

some are lonely and destined to be alone, as the disease is his inconspicuous ways to constantly up-roaoringly fall in love. i raise my hand as i agree with his technique.
i have a cold instead and either way im not feeling good.

mutant

i think we're ready now

you've been sending a lot of those texts lately huh? yeah me too..
todays engine is running too fast for this rail road, considerably so I've found myself licking and sticking it to the man. minus the licking and only the sticking.
NOW TRY THIS OUT FOR SIZE! repeatedly those words mean trouble. danger is me.
anyways
im off for spain in a couple of ounces, so im doing this little rekindling count down. this is meant for everyone who counts and mostly its difficult. oh jesus maybe i have about 7 months till my final departure. my plan is to devote a single month to a single for the next 7 of them until im passed- relapsed, on a plane, jetting that way.

anyways i need some help on my science of beauty research paper. email me with it.

love

carla

MIKAS COMING TO TOWN!

there's only a few people in this world that i wouldnt mind being.
yes, wc fields is one of them and along with him im going to add me some mika. why you may ask, well, duh, he's totally cool.
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YUMMMMMMM

im not looking for any attention!

alright alright already.
heres some pitures of lately:

i'm tired of super tuesday i'm tired of all news put together.
thankgod for luna new year.
i dont really like mark for two apparent reason. one. im jealous of the time my sister spends with him and two. he's not dave. its really more of my business than one may think.

im a little off the wall right now. i just got off the phone with the corporate man who holds together williams sonoma. i no longer have that same distinct taste for their products. a vortex ripped my shape and sucked me in sizes and now im glued to their down town window. i met this cool guy the other day, i thought his name was patrick. it wasnt.it couldve been no one at all. i only know a patrick badar who is sarah badars older brother who is friends with Mike Deez: M for $ and D for Diamonds. whom is now 22. i use to have a crush on him when i was in junior high and i would make a big deal about putting lip gloss on. i wish i went to santa cruz, to see dez. i didnt becuase i wanted to be sorta good. and i dont think it wouldve planted out the way i'd imagine. it was ok anyways because there was this:

that was funner than anything anywhere else.

ciao bella

today was pretty cool. but even cooler- it wouldve been -cool- to have everyone all around me. people like you and your friends and us in a room sitting and chatting like little snakes. thats asides my point. my point is that blondies now serves sanfranciscos healthiest meal. which is the vegetarian pizza. made of whole weat and tomato.yuummmm.
many things to go along with that: i cashed in my international orange facial treatment. dear jason, thankyou for your present it was really lovely. and lovely it was as i was spa-ing it up with naked middle aged women. i felt bonded wiht my future. and boy am i NEW!

miko and i, today, talked about different things, one of our conversations included the idea that all religions, new aged religions, are based on a hallucination. hallucinating off the precious mushroom.
i digress, as i digest, i still conclude to pray.
at borders i couldnt find a book, so i couldnt make use of the one day only 50 percent off coupon of life. please world, i need a pretty book to read. asides from tony takashi. which i sped though while bus riding.

find a hobby then lick it.

love
carla your best friend.

now frown. this is your triangularis muscle pulling down the corners of your orbicularis oris muscle

i made this video about my legs. it was meant for you, but ive been so lazy.i cant move to upload.
have you ever noticed a considerable amount of lying in your brother. or in anyone, regardless of age and size?
humans such as me and you develop this instinct. we smell lies from miles away. we puke- eat it and roll over again. its a sad life to live but we're happy anyways.

thankgod for biscuits huh?

ive been drinking a considerable amount of juice. all in all i wouldnt be surprised if you sliced me up and in me errupted a flooded house of orange.
do you ever call people with an initial intent? slowly to realize that the lines were'nt meant to be heard. figuring out in your little mind-- this is why we flirt.

during my adolescent years. which is now still going. my father and i would jump from movie to movie. park to park. ball to ball.
and now its that. oh world.. move slower..

whats a kiss?
hi.
my x physics teacher is a multi talented fragment. it is his ideas on the true virtues of existence. as we are existing, we are lay away slaves. all bending towards the things we love. i agree with everything he has to say esp. since he is a certified meta physicist.
take a look evil eye wanderer!
http://mateomcd.blogspot.com/

birthday bandit

Regarding a colorufl christams card.....

dad.
is your birthday on the 17th?
jesus christ, i always get confused with the 17 th and the 19th since mom's birthdays on the 19th i automatically think yours is, and to sum all up i forgot... IM SORRY!
and to know i sent you that picture on a whim. i was scanning it to send to myself so i could later produce a photoshop baby page for the year book..
so it was not tied at all with your brithday nor anything else to do with any emotional attributes. it was only a nice little gesture that i imagined would brighten up another day..
i have to go to drivers ed. the bell just rung.
i will email you much more later.
oh and did you ever get my christmas card??
love
carla


Yes i did get it and it is pretty artsy and I must say the paper's quite unique as well..what can I say...surely something worth keeping although the letters within the letter seem to convey a rather unconventional message pertaining to the little understood message of christmas.....oh well I guess the writer must have confused her ideas of christmas with wishing her father the best of holidays....all in all only one conclusion can be reach from such a display of colorful art and that is, the daughter loves the dad and the dad loves the daughter and thats that...........if you are wondering about my copy cat way of writing i got it from kiara knightlys latest film of an english aristocratic girl falling in love with the house boy who ends up fighting int he second world war and i couldnt stand it anymore that we decided to leave in the middle of the movie...............lame.....lame lame movie.........i officially turned 40 on the 17th....but its oks......dont forget dear....take it easy, yes do take it easy will you....the sun might just get into your face or something.......bye now....

international orange

so far today i was only able to make myself this sandwich . and when you and i live together you'll be in charge of making:

ap

the king kong reproduction act written with a fine point blue pen

olive juice

first, i have studied every angle of your face.
I'm fine with admitting it.
ive dodged my eyelids like a nightime black out lantern.
june bugs on dark evenings.
or moldy peaches.
I'm a little fuzzy on the details, and you're a little funnny falling off docks.
and instead of trying to be real discrete ill jump out and say
here's some of a real good day

a love letter for christmas.

to the memory of my feelings: in winter the warmth of a tenderloin grilling by a rose with your stubbles set aside i only have one choice-- and that is to feel you. your shoulder blades, play as a shade-- covering a warm feeling.
they are warm daisys lasting in the dessert a taste of chilled ice, and pepper jack cheese squishing up on over that dried out asparagus.

one of me rushes as i am taken away by a multitude of endless gratification from the transparent infidelities of my makers lost brain. i own only the few signs and aspirations left by your shadow as you were laying your piece. a flaking suns set, setting up before the milllions of mushrooms and lilliputians.

since you like to save the day-- you save away.
i can not resist the race. or the taste- the imperceptible sound of covered breathing, or an empty feast, a wanting beat. my heart rushes as i miss you.
underneath our sheltered little shack gazing beneath our blanket of rocks lays the definition of broken mouths gasping. here we cry, as we try to escape the lungs of earth.

wishing you a happy christmas, from us to you!

ahh!! the freshness of that eucalyptus tree, smell that green scent, eat all that barbecue sauce as your pot roasting that pork turkey. nothing sounds better than all the above, and you know you want it. every last inch, as your driving into some new cheeks for a nuzzle, and a good time. its fun to be you on Christmas now aint it?

dear sanfrancisco,

I MISS YOU LIKE THIS:

and here's some more about me.

most likely, this is the best wall i know. i see it when walking to tartine, and sometimes school. and i want to paint it all over me.

this is miko,hes a nice guy. he makes great things that are nice to eat and explore. but maybe not eat just look at. sometimes touch.

i like to call it halla-ween

i think they might marry.

this is prob. a horrible picture for one of us. but really i love it, nikkie at times thinks i'm invisible, i was begging her, but no, she doesn't pay attention to picture taking, and i lover her with all my heart.

this is my desk. it really keeps me busy, and ready for business time.

oh no. im a goner.

except this is a prop.

Every time a problem rolls around I remember my first one. Wanting to meet cee-lo green, the grandfather of funk. It was not a fair situation, and has gone down in history as nothing more than nothing. There it remains great. Probably no one in this large city can acquiesce to my ideas of promoting a long lost holiday. I used to make so much up getting lost in it and not wanting to jump back into the realm of reality. When it comes to the ladies circle, frankly what is realized is the sales of pies, cakes, preserves, aprons, and other homemade goodies. I don’t know much about anything I don’t care about, since I lack the motivation to participate in anything I consider bullshit. As frustrating as this may be, it still for me, is fine. Anyways I would hate to fight about it. My hero is a man who has many inventions. Inventing things we need, I cant even begin, since I haven’t dreamt of any new ideas. I want a full forced inventor who can make me plenty gifts. I also admire the American Eskimo, since he packs the heat, in an ice box, and can live within his own homemade shelter, so can JD Salinger but he wont leave. an American Eskimo leaves to catch fish. Also they are cute and COMPLETELY loveable.

so what now?

i am interested in the interesting, that is the big large ones, not particularly anything you're thinking of, its like someone sticking an ear in there mouth and feeling bad about it. do it and don't care. i like that. i see this on many mammals walking around with brown center folds of large mangos. it's the same, if fish realized they were swimming they'd probably drop dead, and that's why i shouldn't think about walking. also i am interested in someone who has good ideas but finds their ideas uninteresting. this interests me, because it seems like the hidden shadow that follows me when no one else is around. that doesn't exist but i pretend it happens. probably though, as it seems, not a lot of people are really there. i enjoy you all. and theres a lot more to it. sometimes he likes to talk about the little thing he reffers to as ferromagnetism i never understand and prefer to talk about dates. then i sign on to google talk and wait for ken to show up. he never does, i'm a goner. like last night when i was nearly close, i fell off the side, and my man saved me. he's good at helping me out and buying records from amoeba, currently we've been overly enthused about sufjan's "Illinois" hit, and to be even more particular, i particularly enjoy track seven titled "Decatur" if you dont want to purchase this hit, then simply follow this

.... you are now in the promise land.