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[05 Nov 2009|02:42pm] |
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christ i miss taking pictures. everywhere of everything.
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[02 Aug 2009|01:11am] |
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there are allies to be found. i hope. and if not, then adopted, and if not, then grown. it is lonely, this self against self at night with indigestion. i take off my glasses to see if sleep is hospitable. in the blur there are lights and the wind moves the curtain, a sad glowing rectangle mouthing whatever words are left of the highway. something is always powered in this city, turned on. a hum that can be explained by ships and the refrigerator. my plants, too, rub their leaves together-- a quiet crowd, a small applause. these moonless, treeless nights are not for me. there is a taste in the air that can only be related in terms of concrete and street cleaners. sodium and magnesium. maybe it takes another pane on the window. a heavier curtain, one that can't talk. i close my eyes to imagine vines overtaking the neighbors, weeds, grass resodding the sidewalks. yes, in here there is sleep, under the laminate. sleep has dirty hands that show me the roots of the house it overturns when i ask. i will sleep here in the earth, with the cats. we'll cut the wires to see the stars. zzz z zzz
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[18 Jan 2008|05:20pm] |
found in flight,
tonight we go, as you say, to a degree. and why not? without the width and scope and charms which work details. i hope there's something light and colorful to eat, something airy to breathe and bells will rock the walls. around the top of your ear, i'll tell you, and close enough the words stick in humidity, i think my perfect scenario is not one that i'll walk into but one that i'll hear. --disappointing, but who knows. maybe i should take on the responsibility myself.
for fear in awls,
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