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GlassGlass There are too many lights hurting my eyes. Different colors flashing. Want to close them. Want to sleep.Glass
He's saying: ma'am, ma'am, can you hear me? I need to you tell me what happened. I need to you to remember and be as detailed as you can. Someone puts a wool blaket around my shoulders and it's summer time in the desert and I want to scream but my face is numb. The blanket is scratching at my neck.
The lights flash. Red. There is a small figure covered by a white sheet. Blue. Broken glass shim
by ~Fancydelic
GabardineBrian likes to play detective. He comes homedrunk and late in his gabardine business suits and looks through my drawers while I pretend to be asleep. Last night he found a letter from an old college boyfriend of mine. Someone I had lost touch with for years. In the morning, he throws it down on the table in front of me and says, "you fucking whore."Gabardine
Brian is cheating on me, but he doesn't know that I know, so occassionally he pulls theatrics like these. He turns the attention to me because he feels guilty for fucking his secretary. She's twenty-two, has C cup breas
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SubstanceShe closed the door quietly behind herself as she reentered the apartment. Part of her wanted to slide along the door and collapse on the concrete flooring, putting her head in her hands. People often did that in movies when they couldn't deal with the situation outside. But she restrained herself, and went to sit on the couch instead. There had been a heavy breeze on the roof of the apartment, and it had turned her long black hair into a thousand bird nests. Her fingers got stuck in it when she tried to get the tangles out. Wind always made her feel tangledSubstance
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he leaned out i was watching his face as he talked/he turned to you i saw his eyes flick past me a few seconds at a time he shook your hand touched your arm as he left i waived at him appropriately i kind of smirked it didn't seem like the right thing to do
you said 'so that's who i keep talking about. what did you think?'
and i says i says 'oh he's all right. he's one of those guys though, isn't he?' i look at you for approval of a vague statement
some proof that you know me past words 'hah,' you say
then i say 'he seemed kind of like he wa
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tope.we wrangled with doubt,tope.
the one of us. me. where i now reside. residual. residue. i-don't-have-it.
i don't have it i sit down and draw a body in a few ample seconds along one page of a notebook full of hundreds of pages; of hundreds of bodies and notes. songs and
letters. and today this body is closed, unwavering, elongated, and simply shaded. it cannot walk. tomorrow it will be something completely different in it's subtlety and nuance. does the past sentence defeat itself. are lies
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- Current Residence: Albuquerque, New Mexico
- Interests: Music, literature, art, bagels.
- Favourite movie: Harold and Maude, Donnie Darko, White Oleander, Edward Scissorhands, Coffee and Cigarettes...
- Favourite band or musician: Cat Power, Fancie, Ani Difranco...
- Favourite poet or writer: J.D. Salinger
- Personal Quote: Beauty and sorrow are intrisically connected.
- Email: Fancydelic@aol.com
- AIM: Fancydelic
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
I like your username thing.
Albuquerque... isn't there a Weird Al song about Albuquerque? Maybe.
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
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why do I never have the time to make things right, but always enough to make them twice?
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toy box ♥
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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