March 2012
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I Can Feel a Hot One
Taking Me Down
Drying out with haste, thinking that the metal will suffice on its own for the last home stretch but the rust sets in. At first, invisible. Hinges creak and crack with an audible turn of the mind as the past interrupts the present because the song never changes. Turning to a tangible substance, turning the fingers orange with flecks of the past. Nostalgia in doses that no cleaning...
February 2012
28 posts
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Why am I laughing so hard?
Me: Whoa! Thursday is tomorrow!
Ellen: All day.
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They All Think They're Sad
Claiming that only big words, more potent than three letters, could apply to their mood. Saying somehow giving it a name makes it tangible, like it’s not enough if it hasn’t got a title. They scream that this was never how they wanted it to be, as they just keep walking, following the same path that led them here. Somehow, deeper into the forest seems to hold more promise than memory....
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“I mean, you can teach a man to kiss, but you can’t teach him to give a...”
– Oh man, I am so wise.
Killing Charlemagne: excerpt from Tender is the... →
killingcharlemagne:
They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as…
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Bikini Shopping in February
This is Florida.
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Fleeting
They are feathers to me. I’m not a creature of the sky and a strong gust bears no power over me but sometimes, just sometimes, I wish the wind would pull my sides. Smuggle purpose beneath my bones, brittle bones that break and splinter, the kind you wouldn’t feed your dog. Feathers, to be made of feathers, I’d give up this sure density to be lifted by a subtle sway. Some days, my...
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A break from existing would be really nice right...
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Challenge Accepted.
“I would clamor to see a pure comedic work from you though. Your talent plus some funny? I’d pay.”
“One can never fault your imagery though. You have full control over a scene. You could start a scene as Tim Burton and end it as Judd Apatow, that’s how powerful the grasp is, and I can see that as a reader.” …Chris is being a flatterbug, and I’m ok...
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On Setting Goals
The contrast isn’t between the real, but takes from unreal. Things on pedestals, unachievable, unrealistic, not something that fingertips will ever graze, nor grasp. So the strain in my limbs and contorted knots in my lungs pull from below, but can’t seem to transgress gravity. I’ll blame it on the fetters that no one can see, they tug me down, shackle me still. There are no...
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Excerpt from Real Life
“I’ve got that sand running through my fingers feeling today.” I say, “Like the day is kind of just slipping by and I should be doing something because soon it will be dark then it will be tomorrow and then I’ll get a new handful of sand and let that blow away too.”
“I know what you mean,” he says, “but at least it’s happening on an...
Sometimes it just hits me.
The way we’ve become this beautiful mythological creature in complete defiance of Zeus. He should fear our power.
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Unleashed in Suburbia
I hold the early evening in the wrinkles of my fingertips. Press them out on paper, and see my day unfold in the sheet. The oils from the refrigerated leftover meat that grew gradually warmer in my hands, and the grease from the bicycle’s chain that I re-attached in the middle of the street in front of the headlights of my car. Sweat on my cardigan and wet dirt digging into the spaces...
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How I Ended Up in the Annie Hall Memorial State...
Me: I hate him now.
Ben: Maybe he doesn't check his email on weekends? I'm sure he'll eventually respond.
Me: HE'S A POOPHEAD.
Ben: Drank the child juice again this morning didn't you? I told Alice not to take that one out of Wonderland.
Me: NAH-UH! Did not! (might've drank the terrible twos variation O_o)
Ben: even worse. Someone really should be keeping an eye on you. Maybe a monitoring collar? Just a thought.
Me: I spray painted all the surveillance cameras because I wanted to pick my nose in peace.
Ben: wow. You're a whole different person with toddler juice.
Me: Snickers can fix that, right?
Ben: No candy for you.
Me: HEY! Meaniehead!
Ben: Look here, kiddo. Your toddler self is difficult enough to deal with without a sugar high. I mean, that kid juice has lasted all day long. Usually it wears off in an hour.
Me: I'm hooked up to an IV of it.
Ben: My god. This may not be reversible. friendshipover.gif?
Me: But but but...
Ben: Cut the tube! No more intravenous childhood. Grow up. Be an adult. Embrace life.
Me: You ruin my fun Ben.
Ben: Don't make me send you to the annie hall memorial state home for manic pixie dreamgirls. I'll do it. Won't even visit.
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That awkward moment when you're 20 years old, in a...
“Yeah, we sleep all the time!”
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Home Alone
The internet has taken the romanticism out of being alone in a dark bedroom with only yourself to answer to. Nearly compulsed to share the solitude. Announce to a horde of subpar acquaintances that we’re lonely, they should speak to us. Constant stimulus, instant gratification. The spiders spin their webs in corners where we seldom seem to look, no longer entranced by their intricate...
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The Sting of the Anon
Me: Ok, I sent those pieces for you to read.
Matt: Kk will read by midnight....Promiseeeeee.
Me: Oooh I'll come beat yer ass if you don't! And by that I mean I'll send you hurtful anons on tumblr!
Matt: Hahaha yessss
Me: Not yes, you don't want my anonymous wrath to befall you! >=O!
Matt: :)))))
Me: Sonofabitch.
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