sunday kyla Was once an important day. Who can say why, really? I think it was written in some old book. The Babble? Bugle? Bagel? 011028 ... every day is like... in this coastal town that they forgot to bomb 011028 ... silentbob how annoying that i can't watch the simpsons halloween special because of the world series. why must baseball fuck up history? 011029 ... Sonya May just be remembered as the worst day of the entire week. Monday has been promoted. Oh God...I wish I could repent somehow....that I would right the wrongs, and help that person rather than harm. Sunday has been disastrous. Forgive me. 020625 ... no reason a perfect day for a quiet friend 020625 ... uow was so sunny 040907 ... nom last sunday he arrived here telling me i was gorgeous 070325 ... nom this sunday i am late for a sewing meeting my jeans are haunting me and the crows are making me more sad 070325 ... water lillies sunday, january the sixth: a place for the favorite christmas present. clementine peels. the big green couch (plus and an endless string of cartoons). the reading of old journals. a clean desk, coupled with a refusal to take the christmas tree down. every sunday in 2013. I hope. I mean, I'm going to try. to shoot each sunday. I'll tell you, I'm practically crackling with new projects. others are winding down while new ones continue to bubble up to the surface. how about you? 130111 ... water lillies sunday, january the thirteenth: an old drawer full of records, a little ball handling, the stowing of the ornaments, the dismantling of the tree, mister ezra, neighborhood lights, late afternoon walk with ward, charlie brown christmas on green vinyl (one last listen), sunday evening sky. 130116 ... water lillies sunday, january the twenty-seventh: ezra (new haircut and all), on the road, lunch with an old friend, sunday evening traffic. I'm four sundays in with this, friends. and oh hey, my lovely friend jen asked if she could play along and so who was I to deny her? and then we asked amy because, well, amy is awesome. behold: jen's sunday. amy's sunday. I'm delighted, I tell you. delighted. 130131 ... water lillies sunday, february the seventeenth (or, one week ago yesterday): an impromptu road trip, to astoria (where the thrifts have always been good to me), my favorite girl in the world, an excellent sign, a few instant relatives, mandatory hotel bed-jumping, street 14 coffee, two loungers, one seriously rad lego guy, one spectacular wall of books, one swooping/crying seagull, one favorite secret hideaway. every sunday, every sunday. is what I'm hoping. 130225 ... raze fuck all that theft of thought and words marring this blathe and too many others. happy easter. 150405 ... Soma Sunday when I’m settlin’ myself all down for bed, (Or maybe e’ery Monday, for it’s quite past 12am) The cats they stir to racing and they scurry and carouse I hear the thump of a mystery - what they’ve knocked over in the house But I’m cosy and I’m quiet And I’m laying in my bed So the night enfolds me gently And while I sleep, they play instead. 231211 what's it to you? who go blather from