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Listening to last spring’s albums in the garden, drinking away the morning and the writing a letter to last spring’s best friend. Almost in tears, just thinking of passing time. I want to go back more than I want to move forward. There are no best friends like the ones I used to have. And letters may span distance, but touch can never make that ( Read more... )

It's almost noon and I'm fixing up a mint julep. The best part about not drinking at night, is drinking in the morning. beer in the shower, mint julep in the yard.

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I've spent the last six hours obsessively researching the spookiness of my little town, it's got a ton of history, and I can't even begin to describe any of it here until I spend a hundred more hours digging deeper. I'm excited to go to the library tommarrow. A lot of the stuff I found tonight I already knew a little bit about, but I think there ( Read more... )

waking in bathrobes uncold across the river. can you go get lost with me, I'm wanting things again, like sunken treasures and spanish songs, thanks by the way and piss ass. my hair is curly from the hot tub, melted down to scrap and reformed in some weeds, now your finding me out. wake up on the couch and finish that glass of yum white wine. no ( Read more... )

last night baking vegan chocomocha cake heartshaped with Drew and playing tetris for hours, I couldn't get enough so I had somemore for breakfast. and I cut my hair. I cut most of the back off, leaving just a little bit, so I can still tell the time by it. some mornings you wake up and you know you want to get drunk, or you know you want to cut ( Read more... )

I've found the only satisfaction lately walking around my neighborhood, alone. no one else here gives a shit about it's simple beauty, and I don't want to share it with them anyway. I really don't fit in here, I never did, and maybe I'm through trying ( Read more... )

I think I'm panic ing........
My body is overwhelmed with a surge of nerve endings.
rush of displeasure.

I hate being responsible.

The fear sinking in.

failing, flailing. defacing.

picked apart by the opposing wind, the gust of it, comes on strong and fades almost instantly. so swelling occurs, and the heartbeat speeds at the deep unknowing of loud breath. feel the strenghth of my arm like the tide, holding onto that which can not remain.

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