Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Voice Recording Test Post
Remember Kids: Dirty cock equals strep throat!
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Coming Back
It's with the sun smiling down on my face with it's warmth that I mouth the words to the song "Badfish" as I listen with Skullcandy earphones. As I become self conscious that others on the bus may be watching me, I think of you; how I used to be when we were 18 and we clashed. I wouldn't have cared then and you wouldn't have cared now.
And so I don't...and am a part of myself that very few see anymore but who I feel inside all of the time---who shall be back in 2011.
Smile.
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Monday, March 07, 2011
Hoodie Hugme
All bundled up in bed. The cars still traversing by outside. The wind causing the door to creek even while locked. The laundry tumbling dry, dry, drying.
My hoodie hugs me goodnight until you can someday.
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Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Nati
Met a beautiful, messed up boy over the weekend: Natividad, Nati for short. :( as much as I dabble in the dark world, it is not my home. Not a place that I have to wake up when waking up is even done. He said, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" and it was all I could do not to cry as I held him.
The rain pours down harder, faster now. I'm just in from walking in it. It intimates the flow of feeling that has been constant in me for a month now that has flashed by me and I can scarcely recall its details.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Stop & Listen-8471
In this sea of friends, someone will evolve into the rock that I have known at various stages of life. There is still that romantic thread that weaves it's coverings hopes to hang in a couple's closet. In the interim, I take my own advice of solitude among the single styles but still heavily accessing the supports that I have.
In this sea of friends, I feel the collective & individual loves. I know I am not left alone. I know that I was moving in a direction before the demise.
In this sea of friends, there is a silence that I experienced before and during that time I longed for it to be loud. I long for that now and I know that it will not be. "Close, close, disconnect."
I will always love you, Cardwell. Like Grandma, there just really is no way to say goodbye---only figure out how to walk each day without your warmth.
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