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[tearjerk]

Ypsilanti tonight is like a ghost town. There is no J. Mascis, only the fog. The glow of streetlights are like ghosts. The rotating sign of the liquor store is like Moses at midnight. "I dreamt about you last night and I fell out of bed twice. You can pin and mount me like a butterfly, but 'Take me to the haven of your bed' was something that you

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my masochism

[bobby_cakes]

I want to be caught in a high-rise fire, or a mass murder at the shopping mall. I want to scale down seventy stories in a state of sheer panic, with flames bursting through windows above me. I want to hear gunshots rattling over my head as I flee down the back hallways of the factory I waste away at every day. I want to see people die. I want to see people live. I want to see people love. I want to see people hurt. I want to sleep, I want to sleep, and I don't want to wake. I want and I don't want, I don't want and I want.

may be [just?] a result of supressing the activity/passion we long for [need] (your above paragraph), a result of knowing we sometimes waste our lives by not taking full advantage of them-- so we inflict the dramatics we desire in whatever [negative] way we can.

[nelapsi]

lets start that book NOW.

donnez-moi une coupure

[anonymous]

your books in plastic, you'll have it by the end of the weekend.

[notconcise]

I hear stories about you now and again and wonder where you've been. Your writing is still very graceful and confusing. I hope you're doing okay. Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime.

Melissa Sanchez