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redux
because I just like saying redux.
and because I spent all day trying to play that song with a bit more... ummm... talent? but I didn't have any more to give, apparently. -
Saturdays... They happen. Every week.
It's strange. I'm more down than I've been in a very long time right now, but somehow I ended up writing one of the least down songs I've written.
Also, it's been officially decided that when I have a cold (and thus have a stuffy nose and the voice that comes along with it) I DO NOT sound sexier. I guess that's just Phoebe.
The Boy In Front of ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
A reworking of an earlier poem, for my sister. This is just so that I have a record of it ( Read more... ) -
dying... laughing
My mother just said, 'I used to be a black person, for years and years, but then I switched.'
True, she was talking about coffee, but I couldn't stop laughing. -
Just another bit of randomness
As they sat, together in the love seat, both so thin that it looked to be a much wider space than I know, having sat there, that it is, his hand searched out her skin. First an elbow, then a shoulder; he ran nails lightly across her scalp, parting the cascading earth tones of her hair, bringing that irresistible hint of a smile she wears so well, ( Read more... ) -
so I think
I think I'm writing the history of the person I wish I'd been for the last 25 years, if the person I'd been was bound to do the things I did, but not to see them the same way, and not to be so hard-headed about it all ( Read more... ) -
a short scene
As she sank into the seat across from me, her face slowly settled down between her shoulders, gliding side to side as she hunched forward, toward me, into me. She began to talk, her voice flowing smoothly back out over the ice in her scotch, three glances back and forth across the table for every once raised up to me. Nervous movements of her hands ( Read more... ) -
design... not that I know anything about it.
To the untrained eye, the varied multitude of objects and motions that populate our world and bring us so much visual pleasure may seem, in many cases, to be happy coincidences or, at best, to be the result of a sort of freeform creativity possessed by the gifted among us. To a more trained eye, especially when training denotes Art Education in ( Read more... ) -
observations from the crash site
after all of the arguing ends ( Read more... )
