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I guess I always imagined a life in which I was skinny. One I was willing to wait for, for some reason, until the time was perfect. Until the moment I needed to be skinny--but, when those moments came--most importantly in first impressions--skinny didn't just happen. And so I kept imagining. Vividly. And convincingly. My imagination has taken me ( Read more... ) -
Eh. I guess I wrote this some time ago.
you must live to live
in the moment,
to recognize the form swaying toward
you and not confuse
it for a hazed ghost, again.
ghosts have happened,
and in your mind, happen.
the ghost is, current tense,
in your thoughts, it is.
to be, never was, just are--
Tenses are harder to concentrate
than the orange flavor you
shared on the porch that -
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but the memories last longer than the things (themselves), and what the time to banish/discard them.? when it will hurt and strike (at the mind) the most. the loss is the in the thing to begin with. and then you have a story, rather than a relic. or moth bait. /holes. stories have beginings and middles and ends. and you must be there to appreciate ( Read more... ) -
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sometimes i still fight the stoner stereotype, and insist that i am not one, but as i watch Dazed and Confused i realize that i am the stoner stereotype. the stoner cliche edits the bong he's practicing hitting on, declaring the seal not tight enough, suggesting he add some gum to the base, etc. just as i did last night. i am now, watching this ( Read more... ) -
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oh. no. the problem with smoking is the memory. there is none of it. i mistake ram for memory all the time, in function, thus names. I just got lost in a beer then in a thought, now fleeting (fleeted, floet ( Read more... ) -
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i will try and do this as i once did
i used to use LJ for everything, the words just pour out this way. i never worried about capitalization, but always punctuation. i never worried about spelling, but now i will, after i reread all those entries in which i didn't. i can't find my short story. and i mean "my short story" for i only have one good one and it is the one i was looking for ( Read more... ) -
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Prometheus:
it's not even the liver,
the loss of
the energy needed,
the pierce, the wound, the rot,
the talons, the liver.
It's the sweat, beading behind cuffs and chaffing, gnawwing at the bone because no matter how often it comes, it screaches, I anticipate, you can't not want to pull away. Resist the restraints and rely on that boulder for ( Read more... )