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[20 Aug 2008|06:13pm] |
He says he still loves me. I say yeah right.
He says he still misses me. I say I just miss kissing.
He says no to a friendship with benefits. I say I’m just kidding.
Really, I think I’m just afraid no one else will ever want to kiss me.
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| toeing the line |
[14 Aug 2008|11:41pm] |
At night asleep, on her back, feet out beyond the cover sheet, her toes would move like fingers, typing.
He'd watch them type for hours. In the moonlight. Imagining the place, the plot, the characters, the story of her dreams.
She was so living full of story. Even when asleep.
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[13 Aug 2008|01:48am] |
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He squeezed the bottle of lube and rubbed his hands together, “I will teach you the ways of my Holy Father, girl,” he said, tapping his erection on my lips, “Now, try again...and this time, you will swallow.” I stared at it a minute, “Jesus, you sure it’ll fit?” “Yep.”
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| A little smile... |
[09 Aug 2008|11:30pm] |
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I am a small man, made of jade. I sit grinning on a carved wooden stand, fat and happy. You approach me, your face clouded. Absentmindedly, you pick up my smooth cool self. My happy shape calms you. You glance at my foolish face and you, too, begin to grin.
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[09 Aug 2008|07:34pm] |
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She shuts her watering eyes tightly and she takes a deep breath in. She counts on her fingers: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Then a breath out. A single tear rolls down her cheek, then another. How long until it's over?
"I want to die."
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| Crazy is a crazy does |
[09 Aug 2008|07:20pm] |
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She didn't plan on all of these problems. It was all supposed to be simple. But he wasn't right upstairs. Everyday got worse than the one before. It all had to end. She waited outside of the clinic for hours. He finally came. She did what everyone thought he'd do.
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| Dulce De Leche |
[05 Aug 2008|09:30pm] |
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I wonder if you’re staring back at me with your dreamy caramel color; wanting me to taste you, lick you off my spoon, wanting to hear me moan in ecstasy each time you touch my lips. The more I desire, the hungrier I get, until I cradle your empty carton.
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| maple |
[05 Aug 2008|06:16pm] |
He kissed my neck a second and third time.
I smiled, flushed red. “Let’s make pancakes.”
He pulled away from me with a frown, then broke into a grin. “You have the strangest euphemisms for sex I’ve ever heard.”
I barked a laugh. “No, sweetheart, it’s noon and I’m hungry.”
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| just needs jello pranks |
[05 Aug 2008|06:06pm] |
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On the way home from work today for a few blocks I followed an office supplies truck. Well, a pick-up truck with file cabinets stacked in the bed. Sticking out the side was a swivel chair, all taped-up genuine leather, its base twirling like a pinwheel. An Office Depot playground.
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| Rapture |
[29 Jul 2008|01:50pm] |
The water is coming in. There's creaking overhead as supports buckle and the neon gilding across the pavilion's facade flickers, then dies. A hollow scraping of metal on metal repeats down the hall followed by shrill, maniacal laughter.
"Oh no, Mr. Bubbles," she cries, close to my ear, "Oh no."
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[28 Jul 2008|08:53am] |
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She would get up at 6:18 in the morning to scratch the smallest amount of margarine on blistered toast, fry one half of an egg: crisp with firm yolk. She pours a watered down glass of juice and counts quarters and dimes for hours until I wake in cold sheets.
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| Friends come and go |
[25 Jul 2008|01:30am] |
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Friendships never last , some do some don't . they come into our lives like leaves floating on the river but dissapear like snow . Sometimes it is just very hard to say goodbye to old friends, they may not be in our lives anymore but they sure are in our hearts forever.
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| Bedtime Stories for Communists |
[21 Jul 2008|03:54pm] |
"Do you know what happened next?"
"The lion gave the mouse riches for helping pull out the thorn?"
"No. The lion ate the mouse, and that is why you can't trust the rich."
"Or lions." she said, sleepy, as her father tucked her in and said goodnight.
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| .final letter |
[21 Jul 2008|07:10am] |
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I whisked past your delicate figure as footsteps on cobblestone tore my mind and ears. Old grey women sell candy at their booths--is this to distract my pleading words--to deflect them and cause a war of words and you, your long hair and bold eyes are at fault.
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| My electric darling |
[20 Jul 2008|06:57pm] |
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Ever since I fell in love with the lamp, my life has sweetened. So what if she singes my wings? Others have singed my heart - at least she's a steadfast mistress, however cruel. Should this desire burn me to a crisp, I can say I've died a happy moth.
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| I so would not! |
[19 Jul 2008|10:01pm] |
"Intermittently punctual at best" her teachers had said.
She's running towards the church.
"Well, maybe you'll be on time tomorrow" her ex used to say.
Boots crunch solidly on gravel as she approaches a somber crowd. She's in time to see them lower the casket.
Satisfied, she flickers and fades.
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| Routine |
[19 Jul 2008|12:06am] |
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So that’s the way of it. We talk through small windows in the day, catching up briefly before someone starts dreaming. There’s this, that, and the other. There’s didn’t I tell you and you’ll never guess. But then at the very end, there’s by the way, I love you too.
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| ranjlin eppadrew |
[18 Jul 2008|06:09pm] |
"Odd name," she says without looking up.
She clears the table. Wipes it down. It's early and Pappy's is still an hour away from busy.
"What'll it be?" she asks.
"You," he doesn't say. Just smiles. "Miller."
"That all?" she says, reading his face like it was up in lights.
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| crunch-a-tizing |
[16 Jul 2008|02:36pm] |
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I sat in my Cap'n cabin surrounded by a sea of gold squares. Below, Franken Berry was deeply immersed in an argument with Count Chocula about who made the better confectionary cereal monster. I asked Tony his opinion and all he could say was, "They're grrrrreat!"
Why did I bother?
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| My Ever-Elusive |
[16 Jul 2008|01:58pm] |
I woke up with a jolt and there she was, as ever, already making a beeline for the door. I grabbed at her but before my fingers could tangle her hair, she melted away. I sighed. I'd never remember it now. She was gone for good, last night's sweet dream.
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