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Make You Fly: December 2010
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Friday, December 24, 2010. I think of you when that Coolio song, "Ill See U when You Get Here," comes on, the one that you noticed in Atlantic City because it uses classical music. Monday, December 13, 2010. Just wondering, how is it already the middle of december? It kind of scares me how time is passing.it will be two months in two days. Friday, December 10, 2010. Why do I always need to need you when you're fleeing? Where do you go when I'm around? What have I done? On another note, houston is great!
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Make You Fly: January 2011
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Saturday, January 1, 2011. I think i almost cried at midnight. i think my mom did too. but we both held it in because we were playing monopoly, and trying to at least pretend things were normal. they weren't. they'll never be. not that normal. maybe some new-fangled version of normal, but never again will anything be the same. Got my a in spanish. you should have been here. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Blog neglect and giving thanks and SPAZZ. View my complete profile.
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Make You Fly: A Poem Inspired by Mediocrity
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Wednesday, August 1, 2012. A Poem Inspired by Mediocrity. That my insides are Splenda. When my bones ache for sugar,. And my tongue collapses. Under the weight of fake white crystal,. That I’ve become my own handshake. With my worth in my grip. That I’ve become the essay handed in late. And two pages too short. That I am more virtual than physical,. The sum of Facebook and Friendster and Linkedin:. Digital revisions of self. Tell the story of triumph. It’s been photoshopped in. I am still Splenda,.
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Make You Fly: June 2011
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Saturday, June 25, 2011. All is change. Graduation. Cap and gown. Fulfillment. Emptiness. Uncertainty. He should have been there. With my qualifications I can work at the Sleepy's Mattress Store or be a mail carrier. I dreamt I was in a tornado. I dreamt my mother died. I dreamt I kissed Lynette Scavo from Desperate Housewives. I dreamt I got swept up in a strong wind. I dreamt I was an orphan. I dreamt I was in a tornado, again, again, again. But then, what EXACTLY is adventure? I'm SURE there is someth...
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Dont wanna ruin the surprise, but it's not a car: February 2013
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Dont wanna ruin the surprise, but it's not a car. Rantsreviews.raves.randomness.reverence.religion.relationships. Quote of the Day. We do not expect people to be deeply moved by what it not unusual. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is on the other side of silence. George Eliot, Middlemarch. Friday, February 15, 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Eat, Sleep, and Draw.
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Make You Fly: August 2012
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Wednesday, August 1, 2012. A Poem Inspired by Mediocrity. That my insides are Splenda. When my bones ache for sugar,. And my tongue collapses. Under the weight of fake white crystal,. That I’ve become my own handshake. With my worth in my grip. That I’ve become the essay handed in late. And two pages too short. That I am more virtual than physical,. The sum of Facebook and Friendster and Linkedin:. Digital revisions of self. Tell the story of triumph. It’s been photoshopped in. I am still Splenda,.
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Make You Fly: heartsick.
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Thursday, December 8, 2011. There are parallels with last year. his sunken eyes, his violent death, the days and nights i spent with him, confined to one room, waiting for the inevitable. force feeding. the things i did to try and cheer him up - the youtube videos of birds chirping, the constant petting. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blog neglect and giving thanks and SPAZZ. View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Make You Fly: November 2010
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010. There is one picture in my room of my father holding me as a baby. funny, how when i look at that picture, even then, i run away. i run back in time. i'm always running. escaping. that's what i do. My room makes me feel guilty. my room is cozy and worldly, but it is also a display of my selfishness, not for material, but for plane tickets. I've begun writing letters to him, but i never seem to finish them. The day we left, he had forgotten how to use his cell phone. he did...
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Dont wanna ruin the surprise, but it's not a car: September 2008
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Dont wanna ruin the surprise, but it's not a car. Rantsreviews.raves.randomness.reverence.religion.relationships. Quote of the Day. We do not expect people to be deeply moved by what it not unusual. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is on the other side of silence. George Eliot, Middlemarch. Thursday, September 18, 2008. Monday, September 15, 2008. Rather this post is m...
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Dont wanna ruin the surprise, but it's not a car: March 2009
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Dont wanna ruin the surprise, but it's not a car. Rantsreviews.raves.randomness.reverence.religion.relationships. Quote of the Day. We do not expect people to be deeply moved by what it not unusual. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is on the other side of silence. George Eliot, Middlemarch. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. I always feel like, someone’s watchin me…. The color p...
