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[05 Nov 2008|03:48pm] |
Oranges for Kevin
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I've sat home wearing leggings, turquoise, a look I rather like but wont go out in and I carve smiley faces through the skin of oranges to pass the time. Before the orange there was the pillow and the horror movies and the two cats hissing at each other. They're mating. Or dying. Between the air shaft I felt it, the thumbs down tunnel of a pendulum crashing in two. The physics of pressure and there is too much we forgot to type up.
II.
Inside the peel came the scent like a thin black line from a burnt electron emission. 4.5 over and a week ago you asked me about the best jacket for the change in seasons, later danced on my fire escape to model it for the skyline. I dreamt I was a cocoon. A reversing liquid state without the promise of wings— and now I'm positive it was jealousy that you blended into every colour.
III.
The day's sick or I'm sick of it— because it's Saturday, because nobody will deliver my laundry, because a stranger is strapping your mouth shut and every piece that tore at you
should have tore at my skin also. I remember swimming through the spin cycle, drowning in liquid helium.
New York, you're supposed to love us through this
but that's the thing about summer— it always turns to fall and the rain always moves on.
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[09 May 2007|07:53pm] |
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Just passing along a message from Krista that she won't have the internet for a week so don't worry when she doesn't post.. and leave her happy comments :)
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[29 Apr 2006|02:04am] |
day 3. i didnt do it i got drunk and riht now im eating a fuckin sanwich
bling blng.
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[16 Nov 2005|06:18pm] |

friends only! comment to be added
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