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Me-eww
I fell sick to my stomach. I have at least four cats trapped inside cages in my basement. I can hear their cries, but, frankly, the basement is a graveyard and shitbox. It is littered with squirrel bones, half-eaten, furry lumps of flesh, and, of course, their tails. The smell is putrid--mold, feces, urine, rotten, dead meat. And it is dark. The ( Read more... ) -
Love is a parallax
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy:
train tracks always meet, not here, but only
in the impossible mind's eye;
horizons beat a retreat as we embark
on sophist seas to overtake that mark
where wave pretends to drench real sky.'
'Well then, if we agree, it is not odd
that one man's devil is another's god
or that the solar spectrum is
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La vida
Don't count your chickens before they hatch
Always wash your hands for at least 20 secs
Video yourself in compromised positions only if you have to
Include enough postage
Don't tell Abby you want to marry David because she will think you're crazy
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BK
Avoided a pity party. Practiced the secret. And prayed. On my way to Bushwick. Thank god. Now, if I'm lucky, I'll be married this time next year. Keep your tubes tied, for good luck.
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Mass confusion
I am the absolute worst at dating. I am severely handicapped. It is one instance when marching to a different beat really kicks me in the ass and stomps my heart. If I like someone, if I am really smitten, I tend to go all out. I pour so much of myself into the burgeoning relationship that I drown the other person. Root rot. Rapid decay. No chance ( Read more... ) -
Bushes, wigs, and kittens in mittens
I rise Lady Lazarus-like after Bushwick. Dead skin sloughed off, a new face to kiss and smoosh. Green, acrylic hair for good luck and a light heart to carry me through the week.
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