My name is Ellen, I look like this.
I am young & California is in my soul.
Woe in my heart is have I what.
Get a good look inside my brain but,
Don't tell me what you're not thinking.
She has piano notes carved in- to her hips, because you wrapped your arms around her waist, and bled rhythms on her neck every time she played Now every key feels like it is carved from your teeth, and her finger- tips carry their marks in curved moon scars like crescents. Your ghost has stopped echoing on her neck, but never the keys.
Friday: filmed with Garrett, Nathan, Lisa, Austin and Dustin. Laughed until I cried and almost peed. Then went to Nathan’s for corn, rice, and chicken (my favorite) and cuddled while watching El Dorado with John Wayne and James Caan.
Saturday: Went with Nathan to Bronc Booster lame dinner, then went to Bakersfield with Nathan, Christina, and Amy to the Free 4 all 5 at brighthouse ampitheatre and saw SAY ANYTHING and Imagine Dragons. Went to Rusty’s Pizza where they had a cool soda machine.
This weekend was perfect, the most perfect weekend I have had in a very long time. I am on a high it will be hard to come down from.
"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important."
