May 2012
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if you cut yourself on a kitchen knife,
all you will think about is
running the cut under cold water,
about stopping the blood,
about band-aids
about pain and nothing other than its relief
that is the beauty of single-mindedness
Lovefool by The Morning Benders
You love me no...
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What good are you for if you can't write songs or...
It was as though you had woken up in an old nightmare and you didn’t want to hear a single person tell you that they believe in God. Because it wouldn’t mean what you would have liked it to. He asked who you thought you were with the million pictures of some beautiful boy in your wallet. You had been warned about the chance of having a coffee table thrown at you — the kind with a...
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Someone on the bus was wearing cologne that smelled like home.
My eyes were suddenly full with everything that had ever gone wrong.
And that’s all it takes to cry in public.
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Seven People
It was hot outside and it was hot inside. I was watching people walk down the street from the window and thinking about how I had nowhere to go. I could have gone somewhere if I wanted to. I could have walked to the tap in the kitchen and turned it on to watch an eager gush of cool water chase itself down the drain. Perhaps that’s why I wasn’t going anywhere. It was hard to leave...
Can good things come in threes? →
This is what I’m going to try to work on for a while, and I would love your support.
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Guilty Pleasure
It does not make sense that he listens to the Bay City Rollers. He has a head that’s kept on straight by a level. He keeps his eye on the prize, front and center. Yet in the midst of all this practicality, his weakness is the Bay City Rollers to whom he just hasn’t been able to say ‘bye bye, baby’.
This fall he’s going to Harvard, and although he won’t tell...
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Prey
You rose out of the water.
I thought of blooming flowers and how they catch you by surprise.
You bloomed over the lake surface and spread outwards like a net. I spent three days cutting through synapse squares.
I was free on a sparse morning. There was a single wisp of blue in the sky, bleeding through the overcast.
