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Month: April 2009

  • Words of Encouragement for Bryan and a FYI

    Good luck sounds so ridiculous and inappropriate You don’t need luck to express talent and that’s the truth.   My horoscope says you all love me today. That’s fabulous. Thank you!

  • Ailing

    A hollowness and an aching promise of pain yet to come   If my temperature runs lower than average and then increases to the average temperature this means I have fever this means I am ill this means I am ailing   Clammy hands are often heated by a hot head   A hollowness and…

  • On Doing for Yourself

    Just once, I’d like to be able to blame someone else. Instead, I internalize everything. I plod methodically toward self-retaliation. I’m not even sure what I’m sacrificing myself for, only that it seems fitting. Since I can’t seem to ward off attacks from myself, I shall give you examples of what not to do to…

  • Recognition

    I have somewhat bothersome dissociative episodes in which I look in the mirror and do not recognize mysels (No, I mean) I do not recognize myself or I recognize myself apart from the human flesh that sometimes binds me I tell my psychiatrist about this. Hmmm, he says. What do you think these are about,…

  • Lucky in Love, Part 2

    You heartbreaker you I’m shrieking tears streaming down my cheeks trails where you and all the rest have rendered me helpless.   Here’s the thing.   There was an edge in your voice… How could I do this to you? How could I refuse you? How could this be happening to you? Why couldn’t we…

  • Come I

    Come. Die with me a little.   The lampshade was tilted at an acute angle so that the glare of humiliation was undeniable.   I talked to a Potential Suitor (PS) last night. He works with the elderly, who tell him their secrets. An elderly gentleman told him how, at night, he kept his door…

  • Escape Unnecessary

    The sentiment of another writer, whose name was never captured and so escape was unnecessary: If I could get passed my frontal lobe, all would be well. Yesterday, the cosmos aligned in such a way as to malign me with formidable foes in an astrological clusterfuck: pain, panic, and Mexican food.  

  • Glacier

    Metaphors are only pretty if you don’t look too closely.   I have a great metaphor for myself I’m one of those whatdoyoucallit moving ice river-thingies   But then the fact I can’t remember the word that would be perfect as a personal description represents me more dramatically and accurately than some cheaply painted prop

  • Sake

    fragility, fickleness, fucking brittleness time and space fucking for alliteration’s sake the words and the meaning undefined even to the one who writes them   we are empty vessels slaves to the words and the meaning ignorant of their origins or depth

  • Misc. I

    My friends say If you like him, run. I just don’t have the energy to keep up with the men anymore. I’m sure I could find you a date if you weren’t so picky about sexual preference. It’s a clusterfuck we both have to endure. One must assess if the man in question produces a…