Wednesday, April 6, 2011

la la land

the meterologists here are great at telling us what the weather is, not what it will be. they lie again and again and i am forced to strip off jackets, sweaters, knee boots in a sudden midday sun. you think they'd learn but this is a city of denial.


the future tense is impossible to comprehend without hope in the equation. that's all we're built on, west of the san andreas. without it we'll slide off into the sea. good riddance. no one would miss us.


they'd miss the movies, though.



3 comments:

Pasco said...

Hi Anise,
thought you should know,
thinking of you
:)
x

Anonymous said...

the future is full of hopes and dreams and wonder and surprise and would be brilliant if only the present was more open an free.
anything can happen in the future. i miss me beaucoup.
also have new url with all that jazz, it changes everything.
grĂ¡ (love) helen

Anonymous said...

je t'adore.
imissyou.

i had been thinking of what i would say here, but nothing makes sense so i'll leave it here, this mess.