Thursday, March 25, 2010

I am dreading. dreading. the summer.
if anything brown is ode to autumn. a season that seems to be growing shorter with every passing year.
I miss the smell of decaying pumpkins already.
the coming months will not be pleasant.

with enough pastels and kahki to make you vomit.
the worst smell of them all. wet dog.

I just mistyped that sentence as wet god, three times in a row....
my favorite smell. spring soil. the perfect mixture of rotten black earth and sugary plants. and the rain ....
I've never really liked nor respected that certain shade of blue until I saw it paired against that color. liking blue? dear lord what's next?
pathetic brown, like Hershey's cocoa powder. lousy excuse for a color anyhow.
thick sticky sweet brown, the color of molasses so dark it chokes the throat. unpleasant smell, the kind devoid of sugar. you don't want to touch it because you'd never get it off you.
yellowish ocher, but not too pleasant. like chewing gum stuck to the underside of a middle school table. quite similar to last post.
a grubby mottled brown, the color of dirty soap on the bathroom floor.

Friday, March 12, 2010

I wish I had large quantities of dead bumble bees.

packed in a jar. thems nice colors.

google search.

like a thanksgiving feast, the exact moment when the gravy runs into the cranberry sauce and you get this gelatinous goo that consumes the plate. thrown in some turkey skin and bam there you have those brown oxford heels that blog lady is so fond of.
though someone should really help her with a haircut, pretentious faux hipster.

like I need more oxfords.

they look like a mallard, or rather a mallard decoy.
carved out of wood with only the slightest cross hatching.
graham cracker floaties?

horrible ballet flats.

sawdust, rubbed on a open wound.
once I wore the damned things downtown, only to return barefooted and bleeding.


the color and consistency of a gutted beanie baby,
the otter one.
seaweed was his name.
it smells like damp wool and dandelions. very odd combination, but not all together unpleasant.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

little leather heels

tootsie rolls melted in my fathers pick-up truck.

roper boots

straw, not alfalfa hay green, but a nice buttery amber.
honey so thick it clogs one's throat.

it smells sickeningly like summer

you almost have to squint while looking at them.


I thought I hated the color maroon. it reminds me of middle school mascots and that time I regurgitated an entire bottle of yellow tail.

oxfords no.2

beef jerky, punctured too many times for its own good.

erin oxfords

spoiled cranberries left outside during an early rainstorm. why do I smell horses?


salted caramel with traces of sugar too badly burnt around the edges.

thrift store find

earthy like well manured soil. it has that pleasant stench about it too.
rotten and sweet. like a black march.