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Some chocolates melted in their box on the dresser and then my lights flickered in the carmine afternoon ( Read more... )

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the hour when white in memory blue borders white in its eyes very white and piece of indigo of silver the glances white cross cobalt the white paper that blue ink tears bluish away ultramarine descends that white may rest troubled blue in dark green wall green that writes its pleasure rain green clear that swims green yellow in the clear oblivion ( Read more... )

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there was an earthquake lastnight-- don't be alarmed, it wasn't severe but pretty strong allthesame. what's important is that i was at the theatre, the walls shook pretty well and i had to make a quick escape through the emergency exit. the double doors opened easily and the night air was slightly moist and calm. outside no alarms had sounded ( Read more... )

Angelique Marguerite, i've made this chanson for you and that big dark blue.

everyone's mentioning how the sun returned to the city in a singular movement, and it's true. all of a sudden the sky is bright and the world is blonde, our eyes are brimming like chalices and we are melting gold with glances. i'm learning exactly how an afternoon can last several days and still carry the delightful immediacy of a bad movie, ( Read more... )

i am assuming that everything is alright and difficult, where hordes of stars carry the burdens of the gentler animals like ourselves with wit and austerity beneath a hazardous settlement which we understand because we made and secretly admire ( Read more... )