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hampshire college: weekend one.
if a tree falls in a forest and no one knows who i am, who am i ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I think about us ( Read more... ) -
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sometimes i should bow down to other people's genius.
sometimes i should spend a year in silence,
listening,
before i learn how to really speak.
sometimes all that shit i just wrote really matters,
and often times it honestly does not. -
all that has spoiled in my heart
the most frightening thing about the horror film of my ill-advised love for you is its stunning familiarity ( Read more... ) -
now i'm hunched over a typewriter
my nose won't stop running ( Read more... ) -
on the rollercoaster of all these years, with your hands above your head
Two movie stars, five stories high ( Read more... ) -
rythms that never come clean (and strengths that you still haven't seen).
we fall apart daily, and nightly, and ever-so-rightly.
all of the stuffing comes out of us, one way or another, and gets pulled apart more once it has exited us.
so here i am learning to sew, learning to stitch not so that it looks nice but so that it holds, so that i will not fall apart again: not that way, not in that same place ( Read more... ) -
the world is my oyster, you know, the road is my home.
cruising down the thick black strips of road that make up the outskirts of my town, wearing my best friend's birkenstocks and what am i supposed to do but love? rain's pounding down so hard it turns my car into a big red golfball in the darkness, the road into a slippery snake or a slip n' slide, the street lamps into glowing guns that fire ( Read more... )
