My mailing address is of a factory in downtown LA.
I don’t live there, although metaphysically, I might as well. I often wonder if people assume it’s just the 747th house on the street.
All that I have, I can fit inside a suitcase and a stag bag.
And the only thing I’m tethered to is a wireless broadband card.
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I generally like to stay at work until the night sky matches the hue of my dress as dawn breaks.
Photo from Jaennelle Vergonio’s iPhone 4
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I’ll tell you what this album sounds like
The Annex, Toronto, Canada
Brunch at Aunties and Uncles
Dancing with happy, reckless abandon
An accumulation of six years worth of total admiration for these fine young gentlemen
THESE ARE ALL GOOD THINGS.
Not to stake claim nor right, but I couldn’t be more proud of Sweet Thing.
I also couldn’t feel more far from home.
Image source: Sweet Thing LP by Sweet Thing, EMI Canada 2010
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Note to future self: install mirrors on ceiling above bed.
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Things we learn from our mothers. Like how to love.
I was about four when my mother told me that she didn’t marry for love.
That people generally don’t. But that it was just the right time.
Cuz my daddy was an honest man,
from a good family,
he wasn’t going to hurt her.
Cuz he asked and she was nearly 30.
She said “always be with someone who loves you more than you love them.”
Because to love someone
more than they do you, would be to suffer
and I, her daughter, did not deserve to live a life in pain.
And so I vowed, never to settle for a schmuck I didn’t respect, didn’t ridiculously adore
just to be safe yet unsatiated.
But these men, with all their genius and magic-stry,
I suppose, never wanted to settle with me – the one who’d always pretend
to love him less.
The things we learn from our mothers.
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