[04 Feb 2008|03:17am]   What I thought were bags of rice, were farmers in the off season. I made the moustached boy and his muslim friend call me GREAT QUEEN. They wanted to give me an Indian name, but Sonina (beautiful eyes) rhymed with Vagina, so I told them to just call me Ma ha Rani, Great Queen. light a fire in my haystack

[02 Jan 2008|07:19pm] I'm in thailand airport eating pocky sticks on the airplane this old man threw a pillow at me and said, "SHUTUP LADY why don't you go get laid and leave me alone? you just need to get laid" he kept putting his feet in my face and his socks had crumbs on them I told the flight attendent and she moved me to business class and I cried light a fire in my haystack

[17 Dec 2007|04:14pm] So, on my two cousins making aliyah my uncle says, "We've saved two souls, what about yours?" I stayed in riki's brother's flat in tel aviv. He had these pretty retro looking tiles. He is sad because the only job he can get is driving trucks because he is missing a kidney. He wants to be a kravi which is  a combat soldier. He was very sweet.  I  may go adventuring with an artist that is 15 years older than me.  I'm thinking abotu switching my major to fiber science so I can take physical chemistry and so I can design space suits.  light a fire in my haystack

[28 Sep 2007|06:43pm] Today I went to a lecture given by the unnaturally beautiful Mrs. Sagan on Carl Sagan and the Dali Lama. I love it here. Last weekend, I went to a farm house and got drunk off of spiced apple cider and local beer and square danced to a banjo and a viola and then ran off into the corn fields to make out with a boy. I helped build a solar house on the outskirts of campus and walked home through the student run farm, the apple orchard and the heritage garden. I stole a bag of apples and ate some strange berry-size cucumber melon from 1920s section of the heritage garden. My plants breeding and genetics professor has a hard time distinguishing plants from humans and I wish I did too. My organic chemistry professor that has a face book, wants us to remember the president of Kenya for extra credit, and tells us that the electron uncertainty principle is like when an airline loses your luggage. I think that I want to double major in viticulture and biological sciences. I want to make my dad’s motel into a vineyard and I want to become a doctor that visits people with a big leather bag. I will wrap cabbage on swollen legs, prescribe cloves for toothaches, and give the crying baby two tablespoons of marigold wine. The weekend before last I went home  I went on a 7-11 rendezvous   with a highschool ex-crush and ended up watching the sunrise on a peninsula overlooking the Hudson River.  What did I do to deserve such beauty? light a fire in my haystack

[10 Jul 2007|02:04am] So we’ve come to another impending end we never asked for.  I want to encapsulate every last moment. Last Friday night at midnight, we went to an artisan café in Queens with our books. He forgot his book like he forgets everything so I lent him one of mine. The owner, an overly friendly British art hag, sits at the front of the café and orders snicker doodle coffee for unsuspecting customers.   He reads passages about Cairo merchants out loud. I can’t pay attention to him. I want to squeeze him. I want to squeeze him hard enough, enough to pull out all his bones to write out ‘I love Aaron Cohen’ in sand. In a thousand years, when some archeologist uncovers the bones under years of sediment, he’ll uncover the greatest love the ever lived. I tell him the other chapters aren’t about Egypt so he’ll stop reading and pay attention to me. I don’t know when I’ll stop wanting to kiss and nibble on all his extremities. I don’t think I could’ve made a better creation if I bore him myself.   light a fire in my haystack

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