V. Broken
Monday morning's minutes, minutia & microtragedy:
peel eyes from eyelids. OPEN. (one in a bed built for two, bought for two, betrayed by one) 4:30 am says the wristwatch on the carpet. (he took the alarm clock when he left).
STRETCH. taut, clenched muscles scream protests between feet & knees, knees & hips. hips & shoulders. shoulders & elbows & hands. girl limbs...
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Monday morning's minutes, minutia & microtragedy:
peel eyes from eyelids. OPEN. (one in a bed built for two, bought for two, betrayed by one) 4:30 am says the wristwatch on the carpet. (he took the alarm clock when he left).
STRETCH. taut, clenched muscles scream protests between feet & knees, knees & hips. hips & shoulders. shoulders & elbows & hands. girl limbs...
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VI. Girls Like Her
"Holy Jesus fuck!", she breathes.
I glance over at her.
She has lived here her entire life. She's watched this sun set behind the Pacific Ocean every afternoon. Or any afternoon that she bothered to look up and notice anyway. But, still the fiery pastels of dusk impressed her, so much so that she muttered blasphemous curses. She was skin and...
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"Holy Jesus fuck!", she breathes.
I glance over at her.
She has lived here her entire life. She's watched this sun set behind the Pacific Ocean every afternoon. Or any afternoon that she bothered to look up and notice anyway. But, still the fiery pastels of dusk impressed her, so much so that she muttered blasphemous curses. She was skin and...
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funktion:
I like her for reasons such as these. ^^
roddy:
a real dreamer there hey? it's all good.
V. Quittance
She called me tonight. I was glad it was her. Shes the reason I plugged the phone back in.
So, anyway., she says immediately - as if she was continuing a conversation rather than initiating one, He is so confusing, Julie, I swear to fucking God.
She doesnt need to clarify her pronouns. I know without thinking and she says without speaking. Weve...
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She called me tonight. I was glad it was her. Shes the reason I plugged the phone back in.
So, anyway., she says immediately - as if she was continuing a conversation rather than initiating one, He is so confusing, Julie, I swear to fucking God.
She doesnt need to clarify her pronouns. I know without thinking and she says without speaking. Weve...
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funktion:
ive been there before, that world you pen. so easily i slip back into it, like i'd never left. it comforts me, the way they see the world, the picture you paint. i can hear a song playing, its a sweet lulaby, it carries me away.. and home again..
you were going to send me some of that at one point.. i'd still like to read it all. if there is an all to read. maybe that world is just created by me. in my minds eye on the fly. fingerpainting your prose into my dreams...
you were going to send me some of that at one point.. i'd still like to read it all. if there is an all to read. maybe that world is just created by me. in my minds eye on the fly. fingerpainting your prose into my dreams...
roddy:
yeah nothing better than blood.
III. Blood Sisters
I was seven years old, when we moved to a new town, to a new school, to new things that kept me up late nights. I was a pillar of ashes that sat, sleep deprived, at recess, reading books to stay awake and to avoid the strange kaleidoscope of unfamiliar faces.
"Kate, sweetie, why don't you play with your new classmates? You...
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I was seven years old, when we moved to a new town, to a new school, to new things that kept me up late nights. I was a pillar of ashes that sat, sleep deprived, at recess, reading books to stay awake and to avoid the strange kaleidoscope of unfamiliar faces.
"Kate, sweetie, why don't you play with your new classmates? You...
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funktion:
I finished the first one and like rabbits humping 2 more had appeared. i've missed reading you. 
back to it.
back to it.
roddy:
brings back memeories. seemed we were never old enough to be listened to, by our mothers or sometimes even by a older sister or brother.
II. The History House Mysteries
In the summer of 1989, we moved into my mother's childhood home.
The wood flesh of 702 Shannon Way bore mute scars, silently taunting Emelia and I with the confirmation of life we hadn't lived. It was a bare boned skeleton of walls and sliding doors - exposed rods hidden in empty closets, My grandmother bequeathed to us only the...
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In the summer of 1989, we moved into my mother's childhood home.
The wood flesh of 702 Shannon Way bore mute scars, silently taunting Emelia and I with the confirmation of life we hadn't lived. It was a bare boned skeleton of walls and sliding doors - exposed rods hidden in empty closets, My grandmother bequeathed to us only the...
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roddy:
beautiful, simply beautiful
I. Nyctophobia
Why do we say that we are afraid of the dark when it isn't the dark that we fear at all, but the possibility of what could be in the dark?
i remember being very young, sharing a bedroom with an even younger sister who had this fear that, to me, was always rather irrational. i imagined the nightmares that vibrated off the...
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Why do we say that we are afraid of the dark when it isn't the dark that we fear at all, but the possibility of what could be in the dark?
i remember being very young, sharing a bedroom with an even younger sister who had this fear that, to me, was always rather irrational. i imagined the nightmares that vibrated off the...
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funktion:
you look so sexy in that pic!! 
oks back to reading ^^
you look so sexy in that pic!!
oks back to reading ^^
roddy:
this was the first one i read. tv blaring, music playing, and me goofing on nekkid woman site. the first few lines and all my distractions were muted out of my mind, leaving only room your beautiful words. thank you
delusion:
1:05 7331 Team.
What a completely contrived and ridiculous holiday. Tradition and religion propogate these silly rituals and we're all so bored with our monotonous lives that we let paper hearts and doilies whip us into consuming frenzies.
Every guy I know is stressed to some varying extent about what his obligations are. Gross. I think I might vomit on roses and a heart shaped box of chocolate....
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Every guy I know is stressed to some varying extent about what his obligations are. Gross. I think I might vomit on roses and a heart shaped box of chocolate....
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giddyiguana:
Right on! Isn't that all ANY of us really wanted for Valentine's Day?
heatherann007:
How is it possible that anyone can be so pretty without any makeup on?
Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at.
He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next girl that you kiss has something terribly contagious on her lips.
But I got a plan (I got a plan)
Drink...
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But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at.
He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next girl that you kiss has something terribly contagious on her lips.
But I got a plan (I got a plan)
Drink...
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tadzi:
i think youre nifty
i think youre nifty
tadzi:
yeah, but especially those young whippersnappers with their dan fogelberg who wont get haircuts!
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sturanium_235:
friggin nerd
mythicus:
you made me think about back in the day when i had an alf sleeping bag. i really loved that sleeping bag. 
later,
sean
later,
sean
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hoisin:
i there now
justiceclown:
well next time you're in san francisco, i'll teach you to eat fire and you'll be part of the way there.
A Bus Ride
Strangers- sitting, commuting and waiting.
Maybe loving or hurting, planning or hating.
Sometimes eye contact says too much.
We're leaning so our thighs don't touch.
The words on the bus go round and round.
This is what we said when we didn't make a sound.
Just observing and extracting,
interpreting and reacting.
We're closer than we'd like to be,
avoiding things that...
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Strangers- sitting, commuting and waiting.
Maybe loving or hurting, planning or hating.
Sometimes eye contact says too much.
We're leaning so our thighs don't touch.
The words on the bus go round and round.
This is what we said when we didn't make a sound.
Just observing and extracting,
interpreting and reacting.
We're closer than we'd like to be,
avoiding things that...
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papawheelie:
heya! come up to SF for our event next month. there's bound to be a bunch of people there who would love to see you... like me for instance.
hoisin:
hey sweie. lovely to see your name pop up. how you been? I hope you are kicking your illnesses bottom...
find me on aol some time.
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find me on aol some time.
[Edited on Feb 11, 2005 8:52AM]
I don't mean to cheapen your gift (or your pain), but someone should be paying you a fucking lot of money to do this.