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What Christmas Means to Me

An Essay by Tim Casey

The truth about my uncle Marty is that he’s a mess, and I don’t feel bad for what I did to him. At first he pretended I didn’t exist, for about 13 years, until I came to Christmas with a mohawk and a leather jacket, then he decided he could talk to me.  As a young person nothing aggravated me more than ( Read more... )

livejournal is cool, incase anyone was wondering, because it has been uncool and used as an insult for sometime now.

karma exists

Delicately gliding across the courtyard,

without moving from the waist up.

Hands stationed limp in the pockets of her,

“shiny buttons, buttoned up,”

double-breasted turquoise pea coat.

Soft face seems almost malleable, infantile,

ornate mouth contingent on her

baby nose below big brown polished eyes.

Resting confidently on,

turquoise, tight snug, pea ( Read more... )

is a time that i can call you and you'll pick up other than never?

i'd be pleased to be cut up
and placed in a box
or maybe several, if necessary
surrounded by packing popcorn,
shipped to yalesville
and "Do Not Open 'til Christmas"
or maybe "Do Not Open" at all

i'd like to start a bubblegum modpunk powerpop band, we would exclusively play parties/drunk/sharply dressed.
names may be Mystery Dance, Crystal Ship, The Ordinary Boys, or Jackanory Stories
this will most confidently never ever happen.

The only girl I think I ever loved, I dated her for a few years.  We would have sex when her whole family was home, not after they’d gone to sleep or anything, during holiday parties and quiet Sunday evenings.  I feel a little weird about it in retrospect.  She didn’t have a lock on the door.  The worst part is that her bed was against the wall ( Read more... )

The last thing I said to you:

“Will we ever speak again?  If yes, please, don’t respond, and if no, respond as soon as possible.”

I thought that was clever, and I’m confident that you giggled at it, where ever you are.

So I’m not going to send anymore

Because that would probably be the most graceful and appropriate way for us to never see or ( Read more... )