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[tonguetie]

so, i have no idea what i'm doing with comment screening & i re-sent everything to everyone personally. don't mind me, i don't know how to use the internet.

i don't have anything substantial to say. seeing glassjaw on the 30th (!!). new beirut ep makes me real happy. joe had a photoshoot with me last night, which was hilarious because i'm the most

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[crazy_mich]

Cute picture. :)

[tonguetie]

thankyou ♥

[tiffanysmith]

that poem was amazing...really different. you write really well, have you ever published anything? I'd love to read it! :)

[tonguetie]

thanks so much. gosh no, i've never so much as sent anything out to be considered for publishing. i'm wayyyy too self-conscious about it, i have to work on that. i write about what i know/think & what i've seen/done, so i'm really attached to all of it. letting strangers that far into my heart/head & putting it all up for judgement is daunting. thanks for the interest though, i'll be posting more eventually. ♥

[seekingosiris]

i love that picture of you. ♥ & the one in your icon. ahha.

[tonguetie]

thankyouuu. always with the too sweet comments.

[seekingosiris]

heh, sorry :\

[tonguetie]

haha noo, i just never know what to say! you makeameblush.

[youthebeautiful]

it feels almost richard siken. i could easily imagine the apartment. i enjoyed the note where you are getting poked by the books and he mistakens this for moans. the seven fucks tattoo i was unsure of but that was the only unclear area. took me more than one read, but good poetry often does.

[tonguetie]

my god, i've been reading so much siken lately. i love that you picked that up.. i mean, i'm not trying to mimick him but the influence is there.

one of my main ideas with this poem was to use 'fucks' as a substitute for an actual measure of time (i.e months or weeks), since that alone speaks volumes about the situation. i make mention of three, five, and seven fucks ago to indicate just how long i've seen things this way & kind of make light of our complete indifference (such as him thinking i was moaning when i wasn't). the ultimate indication of how little we care to know about each other is the part where he notices my heart tattoo from across the room. when i say my tattoo is seven fucks old, it's stating that the tattoo has been around for a while, and he only just noticed it now. the whole last part of the poem points that out while re-stating the fact that it doesn't matter. we don't matter to each other.

hope i cleared that up.

[youthebeautiful]

got it. i understood the passage of time with five fucks ago, etc. i just for some reason didn't link it to the age of the tattoo. yeah but it felt siken. i've only read a little of his work. but it's nice.