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Backstep
"Left, Right, Backstep", I'm muttering this under my breath in the subway. "Left, Right, Backstep", and my feet make small suggestions towards the steps. I'm humming quietly and making these tiny shuffles, but I don't think anyone notices ( Read more... ) -
Another Love Sick Story
I probably stared at her eyes too much. I have the tendency to do that any ways. I always want to look people directly in the eyes until I notice their own wander too much, so I build in little off shot glances into the conversation.
I don't feel like it's my fault. The last two times I met her, she wore those sunglasses that are too big for her ( Read more... ) -
Like a Melting Clock
On Valentine's Day I meant to post about the one I fell for here, months and a year ago.
I tend to mythologize people. I make them better in my head than they were. I gloss over their blemishes.
Sometimes it's the opposite.
I forgot how much she affected me ( Read more... ) -
The Things that Chase us at Night
I would stand at their doorway, a silhouette against the nightlights glowing in the hallway ( Read more... ) -
We Lose more than Souls
She used to sit around with family ( Read more... ) -
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"Fascinated by human sacrifice, [Georges Bataille] founded a secret society, Acéphale (the headless), the symbol of which was a decapitated man, in order to instigate a new religion. According to legend, Bataille and the other members of Acéphale each agreed to be the sacrificial victim as an inauguration; none of them would agree to be the ( Read more... ) -
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"As Elmer's health failed, he missed his coffee buddies in the morning and his afternoon card games. "It's been more than 10 years ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes,
in the middle of the days,
I feel the strong urge to be saved,
desperate, clawing
(i can't be saved by these rag doll girls)
but it's only momentary
because I know by the dawn
my skin will crawl
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I too get lost in rooms of light
I've been having a daydream, whenever I close my eyes.
I'm standing in an empty room. The light pours through the windows, leaving a small pattern of crosses along the shining wooden floors. The sky is so bright I can only see white light out of the window. Myself...I am just a silhouette, standing approximately in the middle. The only object in the ( Read more... )
