Christina Heaston

Greetings from the west coast

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 30, 2009

Michael just got back from his trip to Cali. He brought me back this small treasure.  I have since found an appropriate place on my wall, above my desk for it. I just love postcards.

Maybe in a little while i will post an image of the reverse side. After all,  there are few things more entertaining than reading other peoples mail. I know this.

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This grass is already greener

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 28, 2009

Now that we can lay in it.

( or lie in it?  i dont even care… im graduating from college on saturday!)

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(okay, so i definitely do care…i googled it:

-You need to lie down today, yesterday you lay down, in the past you have lain down.

-Today, you lay the book on the table. Yesterday, you
laid the book on the table. In the past, you have laid the book on the table.

Now that we can lie in it…much better.)


Hmmmm…

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 26, 2009

The more we are threatened, fragile, vulnerable, the more we renounce freedom in favor of an expanding necessity. Observing others then who laugh at risk, who venture on paths from which we have turned back, we feel envy; they are courageous where we are timid. We come close to despising ourselves, but recover quickly, can always take refuge in a hidden determinism. “It’s all an illusion,” we say; “it looks like their will and daring as against my inhibition and weakness, but that must be illusion. Because life is lawful…

~Allen Wheelis

There were verses on the walls

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 26, 2009

There were clothes on the ground
and there was glass in my shoes.
But we kept on walking with the sun in our eyes.
Everything was ruined, in a beautiful sort of way.

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tracks downtown-the only good thing about Anderson is that it’s so rundown.

Liberation through silence

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 22, 2009

Half asleep underneath both of your jackets, I peeked my head out and watched your bodies move into the night. With the skyline behind your dark silhouettes, you were the perfect photograph inside my mind. Part of me wanted to get out of the car and listen to your words.The other part of me, the better part of me, didn’t want to cheapen the beauty of the moment with a lifeless conversation. So i just watched.

It’s weird what can move you when you’re half asleep.

or something like that.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 22, 2009

I’m pretty sure free Wilco tickets qualifies as a personal emergency. Yeah?

I have two papers to write in the next 4 hours.  One for art history and one for…basketball?  Yes, this is my life.  A little bit of Basquiat, a little bit of Michael Jordan… maybe-or should I do Mugsy Bogues?  Slightly less typical. I think.

I’d skip sleeping for Jeff Tweedy any day, or atleast today.

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Note:

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 20, 2009

I love how whenever my dad borrows my car, the next time I get in,  I find Rush Limbaugh roaring.

We’ll collect the moments one by one

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 19, 2009

I guess that’s how the future’s done.

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Deadbolt.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 17, 2009

Woke up this afternoon alone in your bed.
Talked to your neighbor but didn’t get a name.
Left you a note, could’ve written you a book.
Had some trouble with the deadbolt but it was 70 degrees.
I had no where to be.

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Camera Obscura

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on April 17, 2009

Is going to be in ATL on June 19th.

I think we should go.