(I) It's back during shorts season. They comfort me that most have some and do not even see, the purple lets them close their eyes so it can vanish quickly while they swing on the poles and play ipods. I fancy that, though most have at least some, they cannot possibly all have fatal bleeding disorders. This like much of my brain's garbage bears a ( Read more... )

(I) A comet was passing, it was really close but still most people missed it. I think it was so close that you could see the individual parts, such as the rocks and sparkles, and the gas and the flames, and whatever else you think might fit in a dream about a comet. It flew too close, and still most people missed it. They were at work with the ( Read more... )

(I) Rosette sits in the diner idly listening to the tuba bore the speakers. The heavy ruby charm dangles from her neck and makes glitter on the walls, the goddamn charm she adorns as indicated by her teachers & parents, or friends, or shiny for the boys, or who the fuck cares why. (II) I knew this kid who would drink from your spine. It was like ( Read more... )

When I came home from the smoke four baby daffodils had already woken up!

"It’s not everywhere out there that it raises up. There are lots of places out there where time drags you down toward destruction. That is what they must keep out. You must be left in no doubt that the world raises you up, otherwise it would be impossible to cope with the expectations. Coping is something you do best when you believe in

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The dewdrops made it difficult to look out the train window properly, rendering the buildings deprived shadows for sleeping. A small rectangle slowly hovers with us, a single car floating through the snows on which we watched the new year hover over the river & let it fall where it'd like - what's being celebrated now & then flickers in and out of ( Read more... )

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(I) Transcendent I never see you anymore, holding your wings up so they don’t break as you ease your way through the city, fuzzy moth wings covered in frost & false eyes that add to your own. (II) perhaps I’m too old for the world to appear as a whole. It flickers resentfully, the bare streets of foreclosed America, the swelling sad of family ( Read more... )

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