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dispatch from mind to self at a later point
I don't know what it is about being here at the bookstore that motivates me to write about my transient thoughts, or even to write for the sake of writing( an infrequent urge these days) But here it is. I am overwhelmed with a strange feeling that I used to get while working here After a certian amount of time passes, I end up looking into La ( Read more... ) -
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Bad love, your the only one
you in this body like a drum
you tighten these old strings
oh, baby picks, plucks and makes me sing
Bad love, my soul has flown on
Some place I do not know
left this body full wonder
left this body full of holes
Bad love,
Come on, -
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Desire can be quick, immediate, then fall flat on itself, sour, distant and strange. -
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He reads the headline, "A Frenchman ate his cellmate's lung, Gets 30 Years in Jail. Gruesome stuff people are capable of ( Read more... ) -
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why is it that
days and hours can sometimes
feel so simple
as lost change
slippery and exchangeable
breakable and malleable plastic
and another moment
a growing weight
of indecipherable fractions
a waxing shadow -
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a sister to my soul -
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We're here because
We're here because
We're here because we're here;
We're here because
We're here because
We're here because we're here
We're here because
We're here because
We're here because we're here;
We're here because
We're here because
We're here because we're here -
night
Letters came alive again. Syllables escaped, petite resurrections, fumbling metaphors caught between the brambles of disjointed laughter, and like one luminous eye you sat, squeaking on the leather chair, making those low vibrations of a tenor, you hummed towards me, and ever so slightly the dim silent slouching world of miserly living rooms grew ( Read more... ) -
time
a day puts off another day
and venerates the imminent throng
of days in waiting
while i pass you passing me by -
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surprising, when you miss a place you so fondly hated.