local equation: banal life < I have too many secrets to write

“Thou shalt not buy Coca-Cola products.
Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.

“When I say “hey,” thou shalt not say “ho.”

Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish thy girlfriend was a freak like me”

Do you ever discover music you like far more in theory? My cultural upbringing tells me I should like Nat King Cole, for example, but whenever I find some on my computer, I invariably only listen to half the song before I track down the file and delete it.

When she leaves, she’s just asking to be followed

santapau‘s put me in The Secret Knots!

I feel like the vision of a girl who writes personality, warped and made prettier in water-paint parentheses. The Secret Knots is one of my silver cocaine addictions. I check it every Monday, a wrought iron internet-princess hoping for snow and honey to bleed distraction from Vancouver’s dirty tinsel sky. Of course, Spring has arrived, bringing with it art! weather! joy! and more Secret Knots!

As grateful thanks, I present: The Books.