March 2012
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afternoons I thought were mornings
Spitting out toothpaste and blood from sore gums and sitting on couches in only your bra and forgetting about open windows and ground floors and using the time you could be flossing to bite the backs of pens and draw wide and
dripping
eyes
on the palm of your
hand.
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...as little as one month this is weirdosville...
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How'd I miss this? →
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HOT TIP #666
*~*~go to hell~*~*
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the cheesiest bit of cheese but I can't find a way...
crescent moon indents that sit in
palms, filling
hands as big as
whole night skies
with
the light of holding on.
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“The growing buds and leaves mature, the fresh and ungrazed grass are you.”
– Somali love poem
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Not usually quite my thing, but man if this...
a two by four took the
tooth I most adore
but now there is a gap
and I’ve found I love the absence
more
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The Bruisiest.
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redeem
When she left in the morning she would hit him in the mouth and take the teeth from him that would not smile.
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family
Me: A bottle-opener collar is a great excuse to get a dog!
My Dad: What happens when the dog has to go to AA?
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Decisions
Choosing between a bar full of board games and a bar full of ping pong tables…I am a grown up.
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Hull0, please pick me
“Well, we’re a used book and consignment clothing shop and we used to sell vinyl. Your job would be to organize things and make them look nice and to act like the owner while I’m not here.”
“The books sell themselves.”
…yes I would like this job, please.
(hopefully my being out of town next week doesn’t dampen my chances…)
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“After writing a story I was always empty and both sad and happy, as though I had...”
– Hemingway, hitting the nail on the head…
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If you buy pita chips instead of make 'um, yer a...
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Don’t get me wrong, Paris is amazing…but isn’t assuming some other city is perfect and moving there just as escapist as assuming that another time period is perfect and transporting yourself there?
