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demn you.
you are keeping something that belongs to me and yet you don't even know who i am, and we don't even know each other, you and your goddamned promise of poetry and going to away games together. i am very disillusioned
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look at my pretty loot from the woodstock!
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of white gloves and goldenballs
more or less 1023 words and double-spaces concerning íker casillas & david beckham, with brief mentions of respect and gratitude: Christopher O'Riley and his inspirations; also Edward Carey for: it is well known that lovers hold hands.
articulate
for the wonderful tristeayer
I gloved and greaved
my hands, my legs, my thoughts,
leaving no part of my person
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ode to a defender
ode to a defender
2,474 words.
stephen finnan & daniel agger, alternate universe.
Hello, majority of my friends list, I greet you and potentially scare you away with this post and the possible preponderance of football-related entries in the future. But wait. Before you go, I introduce you to Stephen Finnan and Daniel Agger (collectively known as ( Read more... ) -
morte a venezia, e altri posti
It wasn't pure coincidence that the topic of tangibility has found its way to me.
The way you long for physicality, the way i reject it, the way the pink wound throbs in his arm and you, feeding on it.
Once fresh, it then transformed into a layer of scab, of dried infliction by violence. But it seemed to be forcefully peeled away, like it involved ( Read more... ) -
the worst metaphor of you would be the metamorphosis of a butterfly
The girl spent most of her early days sitting on the floor drinking lemon juice from a soup bowl, not minding the wrinkles on her dress and the floor-lint gathering on its hem, but on occasional Wednesdays she looks out the window and sees a small congregation of boys and girls. The boys look on the girls; they are but an army of peroxide heads. ( Read more... )
