Calvero's Blog, page 182
October 9, 2015
10/9/15
There was a girl on the train whose feet were rebelling...
10/9/15
There was a girl on the train whose feet were rebelling against autumn.
Her feet tactfully told autumn to fuck off by wearing sandals rather than boots or shoes like most other girls’ feet seemed to be wearing.
Her toe nails were painted the color of the sky.
I felt like I could see a Flying V of birds in her toe nails, flying south for the winter, not knowing why they were flying south but just doing so out of some strong guiding impulse inside them, and feeling happy and free in being allowed to follow that impulse, to not have to ignore it or shove it back down inside them.
This made me very fond of her.
Like she was very strong.
I imagined her repeatedly kicking me in my face with her strong, bare feet.
I imagined her using her blue toe nails as band-aids and placing them over all the cuts she had kicked into my face and then me getting half an erection as she did this.
I imagined myself feeling happy and free and finally not having to shove those feelings back down inside me like the world so often forces me to do.
Then her stop came and, using her feet to do so, she walked off the train, taking the Flying V of birds in the blue skies of her toenails with her.
She never kicked me in the face and she never will I feel devastated over this.
October 8, 2015
10/8/15
A girl smiled at me today.
Her smile was very...
10/8/15
A girl smiled at me today.
Her smile was very pretty.
Her smile looked like the time I went to Taco Bell and they accidentally gave me an extra soft taco for free which made me happy for the rest of the day.
Her smile reminded me that good things were still capable of happening to me.
Even if it’s just a free taco.
Or even if it’s just seeing a stranger whose smile looks like a free taco.
October 7, 2015
Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world. —Lily Tomlin
10/7/15
The blonde girl sitting in front of me in McDonald’s...
10/7/15
The blonde girl sitting in front of me in McDonald’s dipped her French fry into her orange soda.
I couldn’t physically see it was orange soda but I still knew it was just from the way she dipped her fry into her cup.
“Holy fuck…” I said to myself, trying to remember the last time my eyes saw such a beautifully honest action while also wishing I were orange soda so maybe she would dip a French fry into me.
The older you get the more you just feel like the little kid you were in art class who could never...
October 4, 2015
How long ago did your mom die of cancer? Mine died a month ago. And my dad died three years before that. Everything is terrible and I can't see it ever not being terrible. Just me?
I just watched an old lady enter through a heavy door.
But she entered through the heavy door as if...
But she entered through the heavy door as if...
October 3, 2015
I feel like I have a dozen #3 pencils stabbed into my heart.(And who the fuck likes #3 pencils?)And...
ourmarilynmonroe:
“You think every girl’s a dope. You think a...
“You think every girl’s a dope. You think a girl goes to a party and there’s some guy in a fancy striped vest strutting around giving you that I’m-so-handsome-you-can’t-resist-me look. From this she’s supposed to fall flat on her face. Well, she doesn’t fall on her face. But there’s another guy in the room, over in the corner. Maybe he’s nervous and shy and perspiring a little. First, you look past him. But then you sense that he’s gentle and kind and worried. That he’ll be tender with you, nice and sweet. That’s what’s really exciting.” - The Seven Year Itch (1955)
