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number two before work
...riffed off of nick's post today, and a dream i had before waking up this morning.
the plane idles on a runway
on a tarmac, in the desert
under an icy sky
a girl with bright blue eyes
a singing voice that stops the children
running in the rye
and a smile that asks the question,
do you remember me?in the cockpit, she taps her ( Read more... ) -
she's a rebel, she's a saint
love is a funny thing. one moment it's got you on the ropes, pinned in the corner, pummeling you in the guts, take after take. cut after cut, take fifty-eight. day after day your face hits the canvas, bodily fluids bouncing on the mat in hollywood slow motion. take fifty-nine. the world goes black and here you are, slumped over a box of yellowing ( Read more... ) -
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i smell like pizza. -
yes, a penguin taught me french
"mortal as i am, i know that i am born for a day, but when i follow the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth; i ascend to zeus himself to feast me on ambrosia, the food of the gods." _ptolemy
an advantage to living in a small town is that there's no great force field of electric light to ( Read more... ) -
you are
emo (EE-mo) n. a popular musical form often characterized by overproduction, four chord guitar riffs and trite, cliche lyrics performed in an overly anthemic, high-pitched vocal style, reminiscent of the way you cried after twelve-year old johnny punched you in the eye and took your chocolate milk. as someone who claimed to like music, he could ( Read more... ) -
IV
MDecember 12, 2003:
someone asked me: what do you want?
my gut was elated to let go of the answers, and the words came tumbling out like vomitus, leaving the insides of my mouth coated with the foul taste of self-indulgence. nostrils, clogged with the fumes of my own naivete. the smell of baby.
someone asked me: do you want to sing, or choke ( Read more... )
