silence_breaks

here's a poem.

The Other Room

Right around midsummer: your doctors name is
Mary Beth and she will treat you very well
until she kills you, my dear, my darling, my lovely
puppy: back at home: drooling: all over countertop
where there was a thawing tenderloin, pawing: the sink,
shedding: in the garbage disposal, licking: the faucet dry
and you pause, wriggling over to clamp...
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yesterday was the two year anniversary of my sister's sobriety. fucking rock, dudes. semester is almost over and i think i will barely escape with my sanity. people at my work get yelled at for the most trivial, stupid shit - a couple of my manager's deserve nothing less than the rack. it's official - july 5th, i'm leaving for my roadtrip to the following...
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don't let the rumors fool you - digital cable is essentially the promised land. i got a concussion last night - no fun. i'm currently cleaning my apartment and doing laundry, as that has been neglected for many a-weeks. my hair is super-duper long. it's hilarious. congratulations to plaingurl for winning the poetry thingy at her school. rock the fuck on. my mom sold the...
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the joys of spring break are vast and boundless, regardless of the fact that i'm simply in kalamazoo for the entirety. over the course of the next ten days, i will be in detroit not once, but TWICE. whoa. i have to do the following things in five days: read jude the obscure, write a paper on political theory, write an influence poem. bullocks....
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my band has played a couple shows lately that were fun. i like playing at kraftbrau because of $1 tall drafts for band members. whut whut. in 3 hours, i will be on spring break and will be working and reading for classes nonstop, frantically trying to catch up. i got a b on my paper for modern british literature. an old flame visited yesterday...
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hi. my name is kirk and i have a new user picture. i also have the following new things: an interest in medieval british literature; a "check engine" light that's perma-activated in my car; a bracelet that says "teamkid"; a fear that i won't do anything with my life; a love of guinness and newcastle; a procrastination problem; a rekindled interest in obtaining a doggy;...
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valentine's day has come and gone and i hope all of yours were fabulous and all that jazz. i got hideously drunk before work and was throwing up in the employee bathroom whenever i had a spare moment. haha. it was funny. until i got hungover. wahoo.

there's an ex (well, my only ex) who's coming to visit me in a couple weeks. weird. i...
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i'm pretty pleased with how classes are going so far. don't get me wrong, they are extremely hard and i'm still having a rough time getting by, but so far i've done great on all my tests. for the most part, they aren't fabulously interesting, but i'm still getting by without too much trouble as far as studying and everything goes. so that's a plus....
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i guess today is one of those days where i post a poem or something. yeah.

Love Poem

The Conclusion: Liberia, timber and diamonds, timber and diamonds,
keeps its cool and doesnt panic. It lives and lives on, and regardless
of the North Atlantic yelling at it to stop its putsch,
it doesnt but lets get to the beginning.

The Beginning: Death and Love met...
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-- my hair is getting longer again. i like it. even though i got a comment card at work saying i was "cute" except for my "awful haircut" haha.
-- i got my application for the peace corps.
-- many good days coming up but i don't know if i can attend all of them: dad's birthday, whitney's birthday, beth's 21st, shavonne's 21st, every time...
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i guess it's "post a poem in your journal" day or something to that effect. so here's one. you can basically disregard this.

The Abandonment [written as four separate speakers, and they
(the four separate speakers, four separate identities) are lamenting
intently on their lives, on their deaths, on their wives, on their breaths]

Setting: It doesnt matter. It changes constantly but thats none
of...
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-- so freakin' cold. so much freakin' snow. it sucks so freakin' much. freakin'.
-- this will be the hardest semester ever.
-- i promise to call my brit lit professor a wanker by the end of the semester.
-- i've recently acquired some weird affinity for jim beam. whoa.
-- i hung out with my good friend for the first time in six months...
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