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Please remember me ( Read more... )

"Everything reminded everyone of something, which seemed winsome at first- when early birthdays could be recalled by the smell of an extinguished match. . . ."- Jonanthan Safran Foer ( Read more... )

Life is just a series of people who enter your life, then exit as fast as they came. Leaving only traces of their existence- a lingering odor, a single sock, a hair pin, a stale saliva stain, a lyric to a song. They leave and your life goes on just as it did before they were yours, or you were theirs. . . or you both meant nothing to one another. ( Read more... )

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Sometimes I look the people around me and think:

"He has red pubic hair." "He has dark pubic hair. I wonder if he trims." "She is not a virgin. She's at least fifty. I wonder if she likes it from the back."

I think these things and they connect me to other living things. I find connection, relation, something to hang on to as these people ( Read more... )

I saw a squirrel today with a bald spot. Either he was a geriatric squirrel, or someone had given him a buzz. At any rate, I named him. Hershel Goldblatt. Seemed fitting.

http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/articles/050418fa_fact2

Birds like to follow me around. They stalk me; see where I walk and where I frequent. Then, at night, as I sleep, they take the plunge. They allow their wings to give out at the last minute and splatter onto the sidewalk, outside of the building in which my class is held, or on the path to the Manayunk train station. Birds like to show me death in ( Read more... )

I dropped that class. I feel better. Tuesdays suck...if I were a day I'd hate to be a Tuesday. They are so superfluous . No one cares about a Tuesday. Hmmmm.....I'd be a Saturday morning, with hummingbirds on my trees and sunshine on my ground.