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fodder [Nov. 16th, 2009|08:49 am]
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earlier this year. i dont know. my hands in my back.

sometimes when she kisses me i cry. sometimes when we emerge the first thing she does is pisses me off. and that sounds harsher than it is. everything i put down looks wrong. lately im so ignorant its embarrassing. in fact i dont even try to hide it anymore. im a dumb blond. a giggly mess. silly putty. she imprints herself into me.

gonna move her. in here. and lose myself. ive always had too much of me so im not scared. amazed though, that love has so many faces sides sounds flavors textures. i forget to photograph things. i cant remember how to write. the world is ablaze.

im sitting down.
calmly drinking coffee.
remembering.
what it was like.
before her.....

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11.15.9 [Nov. 15th, 2009|10:20 am]
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glove her love but lately it all feels like a storm of confusion. i cant think anymore. anymore thinking is futile. anymore i cant spell simple things. anymore i never know where im waking up. what town am i in? is the dog in or out? movement. seasons. compromise compromise compromise sweetie. i mean, im not gonna say its a nightmare... its love in fact. its a journey in learning how to grow and not shrivel up in the process. sometimes i come home crying. lots of things have changed. friends and relationships ive had since birth. sometimes i just focus on the smallest things. my coffee first thing in the morning and the jigsaw i just shoved off the bar in frustration. music. everything is out of order. sip. gulp. the night sometimes carries over into the morning. very early. very early you see. i dont write anymore. im scared she'll come across the words. rifle thru. search me out. think im nuts. so paper doesnt know me. i keep things hidden between my toes and in my armpits. sometimes in my hair...
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late december. [Nov. 10th, 2009|07:48 am]
during the day you'll will be able to find her in the art room, among leftover canvases and light. at night she'll be next to me, tangled in my limbs and my love.

what cold? what changing season? what day is this?
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the way back [Jun. 14th, 2009|05:58 pm]
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nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.
everything really valuable has to enter you through a different opening--
if you'll forgive the disgusting imagery.

-woody allen

 
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there were double rainbows in the sky the day we ended everything [May. 31st, 2009|11:58 pm]
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she sends me images of the sky, light rays coming through the clouds.
i salivate & decide i love her more than i promised i would.
i take the images & fill them with color & wanna run away with her
& have her babies & be happy forever & ever.
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lets see how you do it [May. 27th, 2009|01:32 am]

 
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on decisions made, while you sit and process your bullshit drama..... [May. 26th, 2009|11:31 pm]
i will not put up walls.
i will not act out.
everything will be just fine.
im gonna breathe.
and i may pace a little.
but im mostly gonna not act out.
im gonna breathe and
be silent and let it go.

anything else would be pointless.
so im breathing. im breathing.
and clenching my teeth a little.
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blood and water [May. 24th, 2009|02:33 pm]

sensory overload. fork in the road. going back isnt an option. i go forward.
i need my head and my heart. they need to understand.
my inabilities pound through my blood.
pressuring & throbbing. im crying & losing. im a maniac.

you dont believe any of this.... do you. statement not a question.

the neighborhood moves. i grow thin & bloated & ever more conflicted.
im itching in confliction. im nauseous & anxious & unreal. im not real.
but ruby showed up and made me believe in this.
i mean i saw & felt what i wanted to, perhaps.

i mean i believe fingers on my face, but maybe she didnt mean you.
maybe the movement. maybe the hammock burns on my knees.
maybe wanting to believe. i mean..... whats real mean anyway?

you cant believe in what you cant feel. surreal has no gravity.
but youre right, theres something missing. even though
you move through me like a cool breeze in the soft heat.
i dont know what love could otherwise be.

elemental & gentle & humble.... but not enough.
i have a definition here. you have a definition there.
i try to be what youve always wanted. and maybe its in the trying.
maybe its where the reality gets lost.

maybe if i was an ugly girl with beauty on the inside,
instead of what i am.

maybe if i didnt care about you and treated you like all the rest.
maybe you dont want this.

but i have to tell you, i miss you
and the me you used to see.
the us we used to be.
thats the reality.

im real you know. i am. my blood aches. i boil.
rain starts to fall. gravity is real, see.
and ive been wet with you from the beginning.
that should count for something.

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have me [May. 7th, 2009|10:04 pm]

this: know whats funny? it has never happened that when i have offered it, anyone has ever taken it. it being me, of course.
that: not ever??
this: never. no. my body yes. but not me. not my love. nope.
that: you secretly like the drama.
this: i make less than brilliant decisions.
that: its not bad decision making.... is it?
this: to love?
that: yeah. but love isnt a feeling.
this: its a decision. a choice.
that: right. i dont think youve decided badly this time.
this: i always associate it with surrender.
that: lol. it should probably be more mutual than that.
this: it makes sense this time.
that: i like her for you.
this: she's not having it. it being me.
that: she will. she's just afraid you'll change your mind and leave her stranded. be slow.
this: ok.
that: im happy to hear about this development.
this: that she wont have me? am i missing something?
that: no, i mean the entire you and michelle possibility.
this: our intensity matches. our timing doesnt tho.
that: true. but i really do think she's attached enough to you that she will come around.
this: we'll see.


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variation on a theme [May. 6th, 2009|12:22 am]

me: i need a diversion.
him: im listening.
me: a boy maybe. know anyone? dinner. movie. a friend. im about to start making bad decisions.
him: i can always cheat on my wife. she likes you.
me: thanks babe. dont you guys know anyone?
him: you serious?
me: im serious!
him: i need to think about it. youre special.
me: ur sweet but im not that special.
him: yes you are. give me some time.
me: k.
him: i got someone but he's a tri guy.
me: a what?
him: tri athlete.
me: is that bad?
him: real athletic type.
me: thats hot! would he not like me? im kinda mushy.
him: no he digs nutrition and shit. i know he's older. think 38
me: what are u waiting on?
him: you know, a couple of guys are coming to mind.
me: oh good! lets go on a date. pick me out a boy.
him: u know u should have just married me. you would have been golden.
me: u would have hated being married to me, but yeah i would have been lucky.
him: wtf are you talking about!? i'll see what i can do.
me: k. soon tho. really. ur da bomb.


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dirty little blanks [May. 5th, 2009|11:49 pm]

thing1: i had a crappy date last night. i wasted chanel, victoria's secret, and a very painful pedi on nothing. that shouldnt happen.
thing 2: why did you do all that for a date, girl?
thing 1: it was all for _____. but it was wasted. leopard panties and chanel kisses.
thing 2: ive never done that even for someone i actually like. ha! you should have been given diamonds and kissed from head to toe for four hours straight!
thing 1: i need a diversion.
thing 2: where to & with whom? or alone?
thing 1: i need to not think about _____. i need to not think about being her dirty little secret.
thing 2: you are only a secret if you accept that role, love.
thing 1: thank you voice of reason. this is why i need a diversion. i like dirty secrets but i dont wanna be one.
thing 2: dirty secrets are ones like... you know... that time i ____ed your ____ while you were _______.
thing 1: (gasp)
thing 2: THAT is the only dirty secret you need.
thing 1: i secretly loved that. like, ALOT.
thing 2: and you know i loved it too. except i "secretly" wanted you to take it ____.
thing 1: i kinda knew that. :)
thing 2: gurl, what kind of leopard panties you got? dont you need to take some photos?

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isolated systems [Apr. 26th, 2009|07:31 pm]
the days my hands were coming apart molecule by molecule
were, if nothing else, a lesson in letting go.
 
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(no subject) [Apr. 25th, 2009|08:52 pm]
last night i dreamed a man was trying
to rape me in a waterchamber.
there was no gravity. nothing to hang on to.
 
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(no subject) [Apr. 24th, 2009|01:21 pm]
i goddamn need new friends.
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11:22 [Mar. 2nd, 2009|11:18 pm]


i wake up every morning and find myself preparing to be completely alone. like i can feel it coming. all of it, all at once.


 
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team in reverse [Feb. 15th, 2009|03:34 pm]
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life is easy. we're all capable of getting it right.
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this blindness [Jan. 19th, 2009|11:48 pm]

and i didnt really understand completely until the day that man followed me through the bookstore. coming too close. swooping past me like a pendulum. breathing my air. making me move when i didnt want to. i didnt want to. but i did. and i thought i'd lost him, but then he showed up in the fiction section stepping in front of me to pick up a novel. i tried not to look at him. i was furious. but his mouth began and moved with a deep foreign accent as he turned to me... 

"excuse me, what does this mean, this blindness?" he was referring to the title of the book.  

"it means when you cant see," i said, placing my fingers over my eyes to show him how good i was at it.

he nodded, mission finally accomplished, and walked away without the book. i almost reached for him. in fact i had to make myself stop. im never interested in people until theyre ready to leave. and then its like an entire world opens up. light dazzles every nuance. shadow and movement accompany every word. music vibrates in my blood. i swear to god. to God even. and then i can see and i can breathe just in time to watch them leave their awareness of me behind. and its usually so very brief that im left questioning what really happened.

this blindness. it was like he picked up that book and slapped me in the face with it. simply. spectacularly. heat rising to my cheeks as i watched him walk away.

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-p.70 [Jan. 17th, 2009|08:56 am]
"you strike me as impertinent, miss galinda."

"i have yet to strike you, madame morrible."
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(no subject) [Jan. 10th, 2009|09:51 pm]
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the fantasy and the pawn.
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2009|11:49 pm]


the scar i never notice but vividly remember.
 
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