I think the weather has finally broken - the last two days have been so incredible - the sunlight and breeze, the freshness of air that promises joy in breath
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Shirley wrote me a prescription today and mentioned that benzos and alcohol might not be such a great idea.
I told her I was going on a bender and the next time she saw me I would have light blue hair and would be fronting a grrrrl band called Bored 70's Housewife.
"In that case," she replied "I support you 100%. Let me know if you need anything else."
Sonnets to Orpheus 2:8phronesisAugust 17 2005, 17:15:44 UTC
O you few, playmates of a former childhood in the scattered gardens of the city: how we found each other and carefully grew close and, like the lamb with the talking scroll,
spoke with our silence. When together we ere happy, it belonged to none of us. Whose was it? and how it seeped away amid rushing people, and in the worries of the long year.
Carriages rolled past us, strange and transient, houses stood around us, strong but false, - and none of it ever acknowledged us. What in all that was real?
Nothing. Only the balls. Their glorious arcs. Not even the children...But sometimes one stepped - oh one vanishing - under the plummeting orb.
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i miss you bunches. sounds like things are exciting there. good luck to 'step-mama' and everyone there...
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I told her I was going on a bender and the next time she saw me I would have light blue hair and would be fronting a grrrrl band called Bored 70's Housewife.
"In that case," she replied "I support you 100%. Let me know if you need anything else."
I like today.
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in the scattered gardens of the city:
how we found each other and carefully grew close
and, like the lamb with the talking scroll,
spoke with our silence. When together we ere happy,
it belonged to none of us. Whose was it?
and how it seeped away amid rushing people,
and in the worries of the long year.
Carriages rolled past us, strange and transient,
houses stood around us, strong but false, - and none of it
ever acknowledged us. What in all that was real?
Nothing. Only the balls. Their glorious arcs.
Not even the children...But sometimes one stepped -
oh one vanishing - under the plummeting orb.
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Coincidence from the point of view of our heroine - the audience, however, appreciates the dramatic irony.
Please keep in mind "a summer breeze" and all the loveliness it entails.
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