Lately, when approached by beggars, Ive been handing them dollar bills paper-clipped with a business card that reads YOU SHOULD STOP ASKING AND START TAKING on one side and the locations of banks throughout the city on the other, but since I still see the same faces asking for 83 cents, for 15 dollars, each day Ill start using twenty-dollar-bills and see how that works....
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jjay:
hmmm....good food for thought.
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clara:
Sorry to hear you're leaving. I enjoyed reading some of your earlier journal entries.
brookelynne:
you are slowly dissapearing...but it is so fun here!
I'm living two lives in two time zones these days: one of me is eighteen, courageous, gorgeous, working hard to meet ends, living in Missoula, Montana; the other lies in his tub for hours trying to simulate his birth, breathing through a straw so his entire body is submerged, and then jumping out screaming, slipping, and hitting his head on the toilet seat. The unconscious...
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racism
or
dedicated to the kid who told me that black people have a certain chemical in their bodies that makes them smell funny
When I was in elementary school and someone talked to our class about racism, since I lived in very rural Maine, my only reference to non-white persons was through The Cosby Show. I couldn't even understand racism then; I thought to...
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or
dedicated to the kid who told me that black people have a certain chemical in their bodies that makes them smell funny
When I was in elementary school and someone talked to our class about racism, since I lived in very rural Maine, my only reference to non-white persons was through The Cosby Show. I couldn't even understand racism then; I thought to...
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moving away is running away
One-way downhill. Back to traffic. Ten at night. Walking home. Holding internal debate about which pet name upsets me more, "dude" or "guy." I'm just ready to decide when I see someone walking down the middle of the street, back to traffic. His eyes are closed and arms outstretched like an urban tightrope walker, death inches to either side. He...
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One-way downhill. Back to traffic. Ten at night. Walking home. Holding internal debate about which pet name upsets me more, "dude" or "guy." I'm just ready to decide when I see someone walking down the middle of the street, back to traffic. His eyes are closed and arms outstretched like an urban tightrope walker, death inches to either side. He...
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"You feel so delicious," he says. You palm his. He says, "You look so creamy," and you wonder if he meant "dreamy." A crying baby reminds you to tell him why you woke up last night and took a three-hour walk. "You're so creamy," he says, and there's no question. You tell him your dreams about killing yourself and he tells you he dreams about...
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brookelynne:
i live in portland
i saw an sg sticker on the dunkin donuts drive through on st john st.
i wonder who put it there
i dont read bitch magazine but ive seen it at casco bay books, perhaps i should get a copy, its cool they mentioned sg.
i hope i haven't ruined your story, was someone supposed to add on, instead I rambled...I hope you dont mind!
[Edited on Feb 21, 2003]
i saw an sg sticker on the dunkin donuts drive through on st john st.
i wonder who put it there
i dont read bitch magazine but ive seen it at casco bay books, perhaps i should get a copy, its cool they mentioned sg.
i hope i haven't ruined your story, was someone supposed to add on, instead I rambled...I hope you dont mind!
[Edited on Feb 21, 2003]
brookelynne:
i live in portland
im ready to leave
this weather is depressing me
there is a protest on saturday
i'm going
i wonder if i know you..
are you scared yet?
im going to be an sg gil
the first from maine i think.
i saw an sg sticker on the dunkin donuts drive through on st john st.
i wonder who put it there
i dont read bitch magazine but ive seen it at casco bay books, perhaps i should get a copy, its cool they mentioned sg.
i hope i haven't ruined your story, was someone supposed to add on, instead I rambled...I hope you dont mind!
im ready to leave
this weather is depressing me
there is a protest on saturday
i'm going
i wonder if i know you..
are you scared yet?
im going to be an sg gil
the first from maine i think.
i saw an sg sticker on the dunkin donuts drive through on st john st.
i wonder who put it there
i dont read bitch magazine but ive seen it at casco bay books, perhaps i should get a copy, its cool they mentioned sg.
i hope i haven't ruined your story, was someone supposed to add on, instead I rambled...I hope you dont mind!
"You've got stolen money that belongs to me and I want it back."
By the time the police showed up, their fight had ended, he had left, and she was still screaming at him through the walls. When she was handcuffed and brought to the cruiser, the officers left her apartment door unlocked, so I went in and started cleaning up. For such a noisy...
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By the time the police showed up, their fight had ended, he had left, and she was still screaming at him through the walls. When she was handcuffed and brought to the cruiser, the officers left her apartment door unlocked, so I went in and started cleaning up. For such a noisy...
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He doesn't remember you. Or he does, sure, the time you laughed so hard spaghetti came out your nose and he was walking by outside and saw the whole debacle: your friends emphatic, waitress shifting her weight, and you pushing pasta through your sinuses like they were a play-doh set. He remembers that the second he sees it. But when you shake his hand, you...
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My roommate is naked in between outfits. She's on her toes, stretching to get some article off a shelf; it's a pink camisole. I think she says "camel toe" and I blush. She says this is her pink phase; she wears it to seduce, to perplex, to scream, to hide, to command, to shock, to surprise, to deny, to swallow, to endure, to hate, to...
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bettietwoguns:
i happen to love the skinny.
She's baking her favorite plum cake.
She cries when it rains. She's sensitive to her environment. She'll always exclaim when excited. She'd rather talk about it. She reads when it rains. She's sensitive when condescended to. She'll spend hours explaining instruction manuals. She'd rather be the last to leave. She tries to laugh more often. She's descending the stairs leisurely. She'll count the hours. She'd...
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She cries when it rains. She's sensitive to her environment. She'll always exclaim when excited. She'd rather talk about it. She reads when it rains. She's sensitive when condescended to. She'll spend hours explaining instruction manuals. She'd rather be the last to leave. She tries to laugh more often. She's descending the stairs leisurely. She'll count the hours. She'd...
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"What is this?" I asked. The streetlight above us flickered out. I looked around and saw all the symbols of everything that went wrong: a dog half asleep, lights on but shades drawn, unlocatable dance music, clothes soaking wet, cars slowly passing, eyes stinging and hands struggling for warmth. We avoided eyes, knowing what we had spent years forgetting: we forgot that nothing mattered. Some...
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bettietwoguns:
you are a tease with your no picture and vague quotations . . . where do you go, and what do you do . . . give me a hint. do i know you?
I spent last Christmas drunk and dangling my feet in the Reflecting Pool because someone hurt me or I hurt her but forgot the details and just got out of her car and started walking. An older woman, 50 at least, walked over and sat next to me. My feet were numb. "Is this synthetic?" I asked as I stroked the trim of her long...
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bettietwoguns:
do i know you in real life?
hmmmmmmmmm?
hmmmmmmmmm?