March 2011
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February 2011
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Your coffee has cooled again. →
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My heart is deep-fried. →
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This would make a shitty poem.
we’re talking, just having coffee
what’s that, you’re an atheist?
oh yeah, it’s cool, we’re cool
but then, naturally, I panic
I think: but the future!
and I just want to ask
so, so many things
but he’s not you
so I just drink
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“I’m saying I know all about you, whoever you are, it’s spring and it’s starting...”
– Kim Addonizio, Onset
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Folks bought me a bitchin Camaro with no insurance...
I told my friend, twice in three days, that I panicked after it happened. Left alone, I became this average breed that I hate. All the things that make me unique - what I eat for breakfast, the way I highlight pages - fell away, came apart in minutes. I felt stupid for feeling anything, and then for trying to feel nothing in its place. But I pushed forward, which is not something I would have done...
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Brother’s Blood - Kevin Devine.
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Always get it delivered. →
“The falling down and not being able to move and no one but your pizza delivery people eventually realizing you’ve essentially gone missing… well, that part is a little less cheery.”
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“Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your...”
– Anaïs Nin
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“But why should I lie here longer?
I am not yet dead though in years,
And the...”
– Robert Penn Warren, American Portrait: Old Style
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“Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost...”
– Richard Brautigan (via dondante)
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They want everything right now. →
“I hear the trash company is hiring.”
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The thing about hometown heroes.
I’ve been alive for two decades - more than that, if you can count weekends and some odd holidays - and I don’t know better than this. At the bar, for whatever reason, I think it’s okay to feel everything, forgive nothing, and walk home like I know exactly where the sidewalk leads.
At least that’s what’s going on, when you’re busy grabbing at whatever it is...
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She Loves Everybody - Chester French.