It starts with balloons, I think. Floating and dancing in the air as though they had some place to be. Flashes of pink and white across the screen. It was me and three other people on the cold floor, leaning forward with our mouths full of pizza. Fast forward. Smiles. Fast Forward. Laughter. Fast Forward. Cake and candles. Fast Forward. ( Read more... )

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Sorry, my head isn't here right now. I keep thinking it's Saturday because I've gone hysteric, cleaning and running and singing and laughing. I feel tired but I can't sleep and I really don't want to risk another stomach ulcer so I won't take my pills. And because I decided I like myself better without the sleep. I can actually feel like my old ( Read more... )

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I was born to a small woman with large afrocentric-like curls. The large toenail on her right foot: it was slightly deformed after being stepped on by an ox with ever-present ribs. My father was a tall figure with no face, running from woman to woman to islander rum to woman. On the days I was his, I'd spend my time being chased by roosters ( Read more... )

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total hotdogs eaten today: 6

That's a little gross.