i've decided that this journal is done. i'm starting over.

tonight i registered to vote - 1.62 years late. 593 days, if you were wondering.

it seems like a good beginning.

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It’s really strange because I’ve been becoming pretty preoccupied, abruptly and intensely overwhelmed in a not-altogetherly unpleasant way. today I was/(am) sitting at work absently making small lists of things to learn about like bidets and porcupine lovemaking and, and, _____ - when this enormous bubble of joy surfaced out of nowhere from the pit ( Read more... )

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i feel like i'm just now waking up after a long sleep.

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the city is full of this cloying sticky smell that wraps itself deviously around our calves and knuckles, making it difficult to move. my body is a bed of needles held together by a trip-tripping rabbit heart whose reverbation can be heard from miles away. there's no room for serious words like 'dignity' or 'poise'; as we spread ourselves as close ( Read more... )

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things are: a low hum in the back of my throat, a cold breeze through the windowscreen, a formidable stack of coffeetable books. on the downside, it seems like i've already spent half of the summer with my ear pressed against an earpiece listening to these terrifically cheerful elevator melodies that make you want to rip the very skin off your ( Read more... )

i am walking down the street trying to wipe the ferocious sun out of my face and there is this old man that is strolling towards me from the other lane of the sidewalk and even though my blood is scorching and even though i am irresolute about an innumerable amount of things and frightened of even more i decide to smile at him for no particular ( Read more... )

“She longed to do something that would prevent her from returning. She longed to destroy brutally the past seven years of her life. It was vertigo. A heady, insuperable longing to fall.”I have been taking some painstaking measures to be alone lately, succumbing to the fragile sensation of isolation coupled with exhaustion of pretense and miles of ( Read more... )

i can't move or breathe or close my eyes without feeling something bending or breaking like it shouldn't. there's this weight that is suffocating me, choking me awake every time i start to drift off to sleep. i wish that i could just crack apart the pores of my skin, escape from this body, this life; &fly somewhere far away. the only trouble is, ( Read more... )