are you there voltron it's me margaret

we saw that flying saucer again today.
oo oooooooooooooooooooooo h
this is the color red.

(my favorite complete journal entry.)


from the floor archives, march 2005:

reflections on the weather and other tyrannies
wish it would hurry up and get warm.

i need to soak my love in the sun. see your beard

burst into flames over a glass of cool lemonade

(with a real dead lemon in it!),

aggravated by the sun's fury

and mine.

when you glow i'll glow hear me?

writing with my feet

was an unexpected failure,

peculiarly i thought it would come naturally to me.
kevo,

there is the punkrock drumbeat to consider.

(in life).

i LIKE to hear it,

what does that mean?

all grit and grind the guitar.

notlived feelings buzzing around,

gets so a girl can't think or fuck

or hit apostraphes properly.

there's something about the warmth, though.

can't sweat it if you don't get it.

the solitary o is satisfying

as ashing a cigarette in deviled eggs.
o.
dear octavius,
o.
love most sincerely,
a.

using one's intials is an excercise in power, don't you think ?
---
from the floor archives, 2005:
this is a business letter without the proper attire.
black tie.
whatnot.
imagination is a frustrated memory.
so is love
oh by the way,

how's your memory these days?
curious as a dead cat,
Reno who imagines love (worosei !)
ps. and will you be breaking into my apartment tonight?

are you there voltron it's me margaret:
excerpts from the floor archives, March 3rd 2005

i fear this thing is running out of ink and will be nonreplenishable.
do you think it is morally wrong to try to make a vegetarian gumbo?
i fear it just might be.
Orrie Kelly--the madmen.

i think i have a severely limited vocabulary.

compared to what i ought to have.

which are the only comparisons i'm comfortable with.
i fear it will only degenerate in the presence

of those i've come to think of

as the illiterati.

i've done a big fat nothing since i left you, octavius.


i won't even try to interest you, o.

still have not located the apostraphe.

yours,
a.

"wait. are you being sarcastic?"

katkamukh--mouth of a crocodile.
soochi--needle.

conversations with a wooly mammoth.