October 2011
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Oct 19th
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Existentialist Ramblings
There isn’t any vindication or satisfaction tonight; Only bruised kneecaps and a hungry stomach and a bottle of vodka and putrefaction and the yearning to be less evanescent, more than someone you’ll never meet less than an idol  and somewhat like someone you’d like. If time were tangible I’d have grabbed it by the reins by now and sent myself as far away  from the street...
Oct 10th
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September 2011
3 posts
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“To hold one’s breath would be to drown in order to avoid drowning.”
– Rusty Morrison, from “in the decision of a beginning [3]”
Sep 9th
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Sep 4th
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Di(v)e
Swimming, push down and down, the sunlight fractured like enticing slicing searchlights flickering across our skin; it was like nothing else when your hand grazed my shoulder, and I knew it wasn’t a fish either. Searching for solace between the reefs and above our bodies, down and down, passing bubbles sadly wave aquatic farewells, ascending as we trade places; where we all belong. The...
Sep 4th
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August 2011
15 posts
Aug 31st
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Aug 29th
256 notes
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To My (Future) Kids
Cats and dogs are not substitutes for napkins,  Chocolate milk does not come from brown cows, Spaghetti sauce is not the same as water because a goldfish cannot survive without oxygen or in boiling liquids made out of tomatoes. Pulling the emergency brake in the car while the vehicle is in motion is not ok,  the hole at the bottom of the toilet is not for exploring; your arm will become stuck if...
Aug 29th
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Brick by Brick
You’re confusing wrecking balls for walls let them fall, sugar lips; nice and slow, brick by brick.
Aug 28th
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“You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4 am The heavier the...”
– Anis Mojgani 
Aug 25th
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Aug 22nd
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A proverb
Let go or be dragged.
Aug 19th
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“I need you like the dragonfly’s wings need the wind, like the orphan needs...”
Aug 14th
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Elbow Gingivitis
I can feel words building up in my joints like plaque, elbow gingivitis, to near paralysis from so much change that I still have yet to decide if I was fully ready for. The philosophy of corners and boundaries and pasts and futures to their core are fabrications that rust our bones- rather, my bones- and suddenly all I want is a mantle  on which to display the miracle of my insignificance to the...
Aug 14th
Aug 7th
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Piano Fingers, Cello Feet
Sang the pipes of the organ in the back of the church that flushed my body when we first prayed together To something in particular neither of us quite knew except each other, there, there was worship. By the river was always a song on the strings of the willows and through the cattails and our piano fingers drew each other’s names in the dewy dirt under cello feet crowing passion,...
Aug 5th
Aug 4th
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Thoughts in a Sigh
I think somewhere along my way,  I forgot what I was looking for or maybe I forgot how to differentiate what I was looking for from what I already had, and from what I’ve needed. At any rate, now I admit I just don’t know- and it doesn’t feel bad to be sort of lost once again.  Or maybe I never was. 
Aug 3rd
Aug 2nd
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Aug 2nd
July 2011
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“I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I...”
Jul 29th
“Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.”
– Mario Benedetti
Jul 28th
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Jul 28th
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Where's the blasted packing tape?
I fit half a year into 10x9x4 and I didn’t even have to push. Some things, it seems, are meant to self-destruct. Otherwise, we’d have a world of perpetually empty boxes. But when we can all have space for free, I suppose everyone wants to store a little something.
Jul 28th
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SCORE! A NEW kind of adult entertainment.
So, I don’t normally make personal posts, for the simple fact that I’m just about totally sure that nobody gives a shit about what goes on in my life, and that’s understandable- I only personally know, 3 (give or take) of my followers, and I also lead a semi-lame life- but in this instance, I say by god, tumblr will know. I’ve an occurence worth documentation. Maybe not...
Jul 28th
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“To die would be an awfully big adventure.”
– Peter Pan (2003)
Jul 28th
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Catherine
I know you loved Catcher in the Rye. I know you were a painter of more than canvas I know you were a victim of 90s fashion I know you were born in February, and that you were a fan of Nathan Lane. The rest is a guess as good as God, all the places we could have found ourselves under the Heavens, but instead you found yourself there There was never a time when I didn’t wonder how you smelled,...
Jul 25th
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Jul 23rd
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Jul 23rd
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Farce And Folly
The hollow trench of spine pretzel-twisted around vows to hold them in place in desperation and hunger, to no avail, no matter how she contorts herself to fit anticipation and reign control, and so close to an overdose of standards, became the girl who cried ludicrous. Know now, that my tastebuds remain intact, and I taste the sweet and sour, thus bitter is not in my repertoire, and my diet does...
Jul 22nd
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Jul 21st
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Jul 21st
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The Autopsy
Pronounced dead at 22:00 hours There wasn’t much to say and no restless magazines flipping in the waiting room to cradle and preach. And the spectacles of the surgeons questioned,  took cross-sections of evenings and crowded scars to solve the anomaly, slaving for hours with their insatiable chainsaw dance though they knew it was an utter shame, a COD would lie finally at the regretted end...
Jul 20th
Jul 20th
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Jul 18th
“I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did...”
– Willa Cather, My Antonia
Jul 18th
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Cicada Songs
Cicada songs in the air taste like the troubled peace of nostalgia and smell like a lavender sunset over the bronze cadence of a field of wheat, right in the middle of the summer, when it rains lemonade on front porches and knobby knees once again suck vitamin D from the heat lightning warmth with yawns of content. One of the most beautiful moments of my life. On my way to the city I know I...
Jul 13th
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May Cause Hallucinations and Delusions of Grandeur
The Fall of Troy in my bedroom Existence is falling, bursting drywall, Serenity, and normalcy. Chariots through my windows. Lack of motion. Bursting drywall. Panels flying from my ears, crumbs falling through my eye sockets I swallowed two Trojan horses, Twice a day, every 12 hours, taken with a meal May cause nausea, dizziness, and mild heartburn. Vindictive labels. Don’t call me unstable....
Jul 10th
ianglass-deactivated20111227 asked: nice taste, my friend... perused page and such. Your face is adorable :)
Jul 7th
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Roll
Last week I had perspective served to me on a silver platter with a side of suckerpunch and “Good luck, kid” and I thought, so if life was a pair of dice my plans would be snake eyes with scales of suffering and inevitability unsheddable. And as if this shroud of scales weren’t constant enough now I’ve got this platter in front of me teasing evanescence shooting subways up...
Jul 7th
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Jul 5th
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soundyouryawp asked: I just stumbled onto your page when I was looking at Buddy poetry. Let me say that your blog is absolutely fabulous.
Jul 5th
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Jul 4th
Tell Them I'm Havin' A Fantastic Time
“I have realized that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it. That we are not tragedies stranded here beneath it. That if our hearts really broke every time we fell from love I’d be able to offer you confetti by now. But hearts don’t break, y’all, they bruise and get better. We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You call 911.  Tell them I’m havin’ a fantastic...
Jul 4th
Jul 4th
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June 2011
24 posts
poetspiratesandpioneers asked: You're a beautiful person, and it makes me happy to know you :) I miss you and wish I could see you again this summer, but all the same, I love that I got to see you a couple weekends ago. Stay beautiful and awesome, just like your tumblr ;)
Jun 30th
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The following is a work of fiction. Any...
Jun 30th
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Jun 30th
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“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Oscar Wilde (via fuckindiva)
Jun 26th
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“I remain just one thing, and one thing only, and that is a clown. It places me...”
– Charles Chaplin
Jun 24th