I miss Barton Street kids.
To: "Connor Owens" <cowens>
i awoke this morning with the curtains covering me in bed. like a tent. making me feel as if i was sleeping on the porch as opposed to my bedroom. it was upon fully opening my eyes that i realized there was a massive electrical storm on its way. this would ordinarily mean nothing to most...
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To: "Connor Owens" <cowens>
i awoke this morning with the curtains covering me in bed. like a tent. making me feel as if i was sleeping on the porch as opposed to my bedroom. it was upon fully opening my eyes that i realized there was a massive electrical storm on its way. this would ordinarily mean nothing to most...
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lavonne:
Thank you! 
providence hope hopehope
a system of scavengers. beautiful like no other. none more beautiful. none mine eyes have seen.
dreams have grown uncontrollably. well beyond my control in specific. casting rams. perhaps they were vikings. kevin and his coworkers. brian and the beach boys. a fleet of vans. a driver came down with shake. seizure. convulsed and shook himself, eyes shut into a popular icon....
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a system of scavengers. beautiful like no other. none more beautiful. none mine eyes have seen.
dreams have grown uncontrollably. well beyond my control in specific. casting rams. perhaps they were vikings. kevin and his coworkers. brian and the beach boys. a fleet of vans. a driver came down with shake. seizure. convulsed and shook himself, eyes shut into a popular icon....
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smashed.
and feeling corrosive.
and feeling corrosive.
mcsassypants:
Is this a metaphor? 
I'm back....early.
I'm back....early.it was i suppose while bathing. washing at the list on my hand. the list of tools i'd need, implements with which to complete my tasks. written as always in fade and water proof ink. thinking of the anomaly of humans. as opposed to an an opportunistic exploitation of some fatal flaw in the engineering of this particular type of ink. in essence, a case...
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michellesg:
I dont even need to comment on this.. you already know what I'm going to say...
mare. one in galloping troika. on the shore. these began as early twentieth century sitters for a photgraph. two abreast, opposing three. pointing fingers at my own personal fraud. my bankruptcy.
a woman named maire. and a man regarded as h.s.i. twisted into a teeming frenzy of dapple greys, and piebald, black beauty. at full gallop headlong into the ocean.
i am slowly concluding that...
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a woman named maire. and a man regarded as h.s.i. twisted into a teeming frenzy of dapple greys, and piebald, black beauty. at full gallop headlong into the ocean.
i am slowly concluding that...
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mcsassypants:
sigh.
two dogs, two cats to keep me company. so i am not so lonesome. although horrific photos of various skin disease seem the most aptly rewarding companions as of late. two woodstoves to keep me warm. but with all the in and out, it seems a bit of foul language for the deaf. meaning.. for all its flash and gravity, unfortunately, inevitably, impotent. or it...
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michellesg:
wow... thanks for e-mail.
Your writing is beyond delightful, there is nothing more interesting than a person who can write, and do so in a uniquely and fascinatingly (and absolutely beautiful) way....
I sat and read this twice... glued three inches from the screen because i'm not wearing my glasses...
please post more, I could very easily become addicted...
"essentially: the orchid blossoms fall in orgasmic refrain. a repetitious utterance or theme. they lie. sucked dry. pale in comparison to what they had once been when still intrinsically bound to their life spring." ~ you're very talented and that makes me swoon, writing is the sexiest talent a boy can have....
Your writing is beyond delightful, there is nothing more interesting than a person who can write, and do so in a uniquely and fascinatingly (and absolutely beautiful) way....
I sat and read this twice... glued three inches from the screen because i'm not wearing my glasses...
please post more, I could very easily become addicted...
"essentially: the orchid blossoms fall in orgasmic refrain. a repetitious utterance or theme. they lie. sucked dry. pale in comparison to what they had once been when still intrinsically bound to their life spring." ~ you're very talented and that makes me swoon, writing is the sexiest talent a boy can have....
it seemed i should move the mattress to a different place. a more suitable part of the house. unexpectedly closer to where people died. but at the very least, far enough from where they had lived to induce some of my latent narcoleptic tendencies. this, naturally. rather, unnaturally was a decision exposing it's mildy unflattering screen door brown silhouetted form as a result of my...
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marybee:
hmmm.....I like you.
marybee:
You should write in here more often. I enjoyed reading this. 