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milkmaids milk on siphoned slopes
while
tugging on the uttered hopes
seep
secrets made of milky mopes
stay
tied to posts by fraying ropes.

leave the gardening for the hoes
form tiny rivers wet with woes
of long lost babies missing does
no longer help with spring time sows.

last page: my thoughts always come out in bursts of fragments, like a thousand tiny needles sprayed onto my linoleum kitchen floor struggling to find magnetic north ( Read more... )

summer lovin happend so fast, summer lovin havin a blast. ive really been liking my perception lately and a boy. i wish i took more pictures but i feel increasingly enthusiastic as i see my pictures and i have so much film and lots of cameras to use and lots of people that i love and lots of hope and less and less anxiety every day. i only sort of ( Read more... )

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i had a cool dream that i was walking down this really picturesque highway at sunset, or right before sunset so all the colors were really saturated, and i was filming with a little handy cam and there was background music playing everywhere, and phil elevrum was walking next to me and he was so friendly ( Read more... )

In elementary school there was this girl named Melissa Pemberton (which later morphed into pimple-head or something). She had red hair and freckles. I remember her being sort of a misfit, probably due to her estranged home life, rendering her socially awkward or unacceptable. I feel like social class was always a big deal, even at that age, kids ( Read more... )

( did some scanning today need to do lots more )

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