This is all a work of fiction.

Life is a fiction.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Imagining the future in fours:

1. Yours will appreciate your extensive whip collection.

2. Yours will have a successful art gallery and play music.

3. Yours will adore your dry humor and play rugby.

4. Mine will spend all of my money, get me pregnant, causing me to tell our child that their father is only a sperm donor and to shake me another martini before I go hang out with my gay best friend.

Hej hej,

Any

Tonight in Seattle:

Tonight the bus was late.
Tonight the wind picked up.
Tonight the rain rolled down my coat.
Tonight my umbrella helped.
Tonight my hair grew.
Tonight I got off at the right stop.
Tonight the awkwardness of being alone at a show kicked in.
Tonight the habit of checking twitter on my phone happened.
Tonight I wished I had stayed to watch the Oscars.
Tonight things got good.
Tonight things got better.
Tonight things got amazing.
Tonight there were handsome men everywhere.
Tonight I didn't think about underground German gay sex clubs.
Tonight there was a man who danced to tropical punk rock like it were hip hop.
Tonight I tasted dream pop.
Tonight there was a red-headed spitting image of my 14-year-old idol.
Tonight I swayed like I didn't give a fuck.
Tonight I heard three cans of Coke pop open.
Tonight one band member played in two sets.
Tonight I missed California.
Tonight I tapped my toes.
Tonight I nodded my head.
Tonight I was glad I didn't stay home to watch the Oscars.
Tonight I sulked out of the venue to catch my bus home.
Tonight I missed my bus.
Tonight I waited outside of a sketchy bar in Queen Anne.
Tonight the bus came early by one whole minute.
Tonight the bus driver was grouchy.
Tonight the lights were off in the apartment.
Tonight the dishwasher was unloaded by someone else.
Tonight I am coming off my post-gig high.
Tonight was a night well spent.


Hej hej,

Any

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The trick is to keep breathing

when the day looks so deceiving.




Hej hej,

Any

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Any: Man repeller.

So I've thought very hard
and realized,
the man repeller that I am,

will never fill the desires for love
most feel everyday.

The dwelling over this decision almost makes it seem like I need it
more
than I will ever want to believe.

Hej hej,

Any

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Pains of a Loving Heart

And here I sit
I hear here
how in love this girl is

with this boy
who loves her back

so much

and his denial
is
-killing-
her
beat red face that
can't tear up
her bottled feelings

and I know

they are afraid
of the future
and the future
holds uncertainty
and they are stubborn
because
it may just be a

'phase'





but
I
know
from what I hear
here
it can't be

phasey

and
I hope
the best
for them


and I
am content with being
forever

alone
to avoid
ever feeling
The Pains of a Loving Heart


Hej hej,


Any

Windy tears.

I cry everyday, void of all thought, feeling and emotion.

I used to write it off as my eyes watering in the cold wind


until I realized it was reality
consistently
slapping me in the face.

Hej hej,

Any

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