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he's sweating bullets; the whole room collapses
I could be a morning person. I really could. Why then, does it feel like a chain gang is breaking rocks inside my head? Tiny little convicts weilding tiny little sledgehammers, just positively GOING AT IT on the white matter ( Read more... ) -
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In two minutes, this on-call weekend is over. -
Victory at the gates of pretense
"Dear Kevin ( Read more... ) -
Passion in Cocytus
He walks out of mass media, thoroughly bundled against the late october weather.
"This isn't so bad," he thinks, "at least there's no--"
(And then it races through him, a bone-cutting razor gale)
"...Wind."
But as a definite plus, the heat's on in McCormack. I'm gonna go sit in my room and relish it. -
Bartender-- Double shot of Drain-o on the rocks
The Rachel Bodine Guide to Mental Disorders:
"How do you not know what kids with downs syndrome look like?...They've got almond shaped eyes, their faces are flat, and they kind of look retarded."___ ( Read more... ) -
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I've given you tiny samples of chicago. I owe an actual recap. But I feel like death from a day that lasted longer than it was expected to. Haven't even started unpacking yet. Hurt. -
At the End of the World, Remember- I Loved You.
We head back home tomorrow, and at this point, I'm pretty wiped ( Read more... ) -
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This place has its own culture, its own unspoken social norms. Urban hegemony at its finest, Chicago. Everyone's trapped in their own world, conscious of the people around them only when their personal space gets violated. Then come the glares, the exchange of contemptuous gestures in face and body. With those exceptions, everyone's living their ( Read more... ) -
melodharmatic. divine duty, but with FLOURISH.
We knew it first by the lights- the first sign of . Miles and miles of sprawling highway and flat, foreboding landscape north of Bowling Green, we reached Gary, Indiana, a deformed fetus curled up at the feet of its sister, Megalopolis Chicago ( Read more... ) -
fixations
I hate these hazy mornings, these skirmishes with the snooze button until sleep releases her grip on me ( Read more... )