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Wanted
With a little help from the Internet we slowly started to bond. To become friends. I read her blogs. They made me sad because I knew so well the feelings she described. Not just the loneliness, but the feeling of being unwanted. The feeling of desperation that comes with trying to have long distance relationships. The worry that the next one ( Read more... ) -
Taking care of me.
So I went to the optometrist yesterday. My new prescription requires featherwates. They were almost $600… eesh. Plus $100 for the exam. I am decidedly blind and broke. But I don’t have glaucoma! And while my pigment could use improvement, I’m not currently at risk for macular degeneration. So despite the cost all that is good ( Read more... ) -
Why would you fill the trash in the bathroom with toilet paper?
TOILET paper. The one kind of paper, unlike printer paper, paper towels and contact paper, that you CAN put in the toilet! Why is it every bathroom I look at there's a trash bin overflowing with wads of snotty, lipsticky toilet paper? Put it in the mo'fucken toilet instead of contributing to the leaning tower of biohazard! K?
Thanks,
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Behind the Curtains
I've always been an observer. Observing behaviors, likes, dislikes, things people will do in public, things people will only do behind closed doors. But the more information I gather, the less any of it makes sense. There's so much conflict and uncertainty in people. This is why I have trust issues. And social anxiety. I think I know what's ( Read more... ) -
Dryer Sheet
Red black, red black
Tangerine
Floating through the hall
A ghost image
Of all the bumps
And lumps
I remember
Black blue, black blue
Pinkish brownish mauve
A bruise
Shaped like the Virgin Mary
I poke at it
To feel the soreness
To remember -
An ambitious alliteration
Avoiding avocado avalanches always ails Amanda, Alan, and Ashurbanipal. Advocating arson, Amanda accessorizes appropriately. Alan arranges an army; all argonaut aggregations. Amazingly, Ashurbanipal anticipates all avocado avalanches, averting accidents, and assuming allure, awesomeness, authority, and ascendancy. -
The numeral carved in my forehead.
No one can see...
Past the little boy this old man destroyed.
Past the front line to the waiting blitzkrieg.
Past the squares in their rearview mirror.
No one can see...
Past the math.
Past the Möbius strip I walk upon.
Past the numeral carved in my forehead. -
Stuck Inside
A truck driver crashes outside and the power goes out ( Read more... ) -
Compelled to share
You know, when you listen to a song, a song you've listened to a hundred times before, and suddenly you have an epiphany? This song describes me, perfect, you think. And you listen to it over and over till it means nothing again. Becomes an overplayed song with a ghost image of something you thought was acroamatic ( Read more... ) -
"Go Sudden Impact Black Angel 6"
These are the words penned in white on the back and side windows of a navy blue S.U.V on a Utah highway. The driver, a woman, was wearing a sky blue top that looked somewhat like a uniform. Based on her attire, her complacent expression, and the cryptic writing on the window, I could only guess she was Mormon. As I put these pieces of ( Read more... )