sacred places

there is so little room to think - driving, in the shower. soon digital life will enter these sacred places. 

I keep wanting to open my cover letter with the sentence, "I am sitting in my bed, eating a cucumber like an apple." I type it and then think "no no that's not right" and delete it and then type it again. Over and over until the cucumber is gone, I don't get the job, I'm dead, returned to the earth, cucumbers grow out of the dirt etc. etc. 

Everybody's trying.

I like reading about seashells and beehives because of the romantic way they reflect humanity. A foreign substance slips into an oyster shell, and irritates it enough to create a pearl. Bivalves break apart and hermit crabs wear second hand mollusk shells. Just as soon as a virgin queen bee wakes up, she races across the comb, looking for other virgin queens to kill. 

My angel girl. 

and hey if you want to know who I am just ask

and all the faces are mirrors

and everyone’s face is a mirror

even if you aren’t crying

sometimes her black eyes make it look like you are

so you look away

don’t look anyone in the eye

mirrors and mascara

read about the simulacra

as you distance yourself from everything that hurts