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If I could, I would dump out the contents of my heart and watch them roll away in beads of sympathy, terror, jealousy and passion. I would (if I could) even do it outside near a storm drain or gutter, so that I'd never have to worry about finding the wayward straggler underneath the sofa or behind the radiator next time I am cleaning, all tempting ( Read more... )

In my dreams when I see you it's always from a distance. Even at its very depths, my imagination knows it would be unkind to my heart to approach you. Usually I see you walking parallel to me, on another street, our legs moving in time but our soles touching down in a different universe.

But tonight in my sleep, everything changes. I walk into a ( Read more... )

I feel like the black to your white, the yin to your yang... at the moment. I wonder if that's true ( Read more... )

A couple of years ago I woke up in our little abandoned house in Salt lake City to my snoring teammates and that old nokia tune which used to be my ringtone. It was my father calling to ask "what (he) should do?!" about Steve. He sounded scared and very much like he'd been crying ( Read more... )

It's funny how the remnants of travel, upon arriving home with you, seem to burst out of the limited space in which they were transported to scatter and mingle among native belongings, to be found days, months, years later in complete defiance of all logic and memory... giving you no clues with which to imagine a feasible journey to their current ( Read more... )

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Apparently you think the words that come out of your mouth get to mean nothing (people just misunderstand you, and judge you waaahhhh )but the words that come out of my mouth are set in stone, evil, cold, come from some bottomless pit I call my heart. ('scuse me if I roll my eyes at that. try not to cry ( Read more... )

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