well, today i reread (and deleted a handful of) my livejournal entries. gosh, the drama. i originally had the impression that in college i had straightened myself out, compared to high school, but now it seems i was still pretty neurotic. jeez. in other news, my life now is utterly mundane and boring. i knit and clean and cook. at least the ( Read more... )

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meadows west. hooray for the ghetto. and utter isolation.

I had to know things. I had to take apart everything I saw, even as a kid: lamps, toys, hairdryers, toasters. The world was intense, a flurry of blues, oranges, and golds, unbearable in their vibrancy. Sid and Ursula tried their best to calm me down, but I skated away from their grasp, agitated, voracious. I had to ask, where is this going, how ( Read more... )

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It's nice when grown people whisper to each other under the covers. Their ecstasy is more leaf-sigh than bray and the body is the vehicle, not the point. They reach, grown people, for something beyond, way beyond and way, way down underneath tissue. They are remembering while they whisper the carnival dolls they won and the Baltimore boats they ( Read more... )

on the ride home from josh's house tonight my mom told me that this afternoon my brother had hung the wreaths up outside each window of our house, as he has been doing every year when he's home for thanksgiving ( Read more... )

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