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Love,: September 2009
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The deposit had gone through. The paper proof was in his hand. His name was there, among those of others, and it occurred to him how long it had been since he had last read his full name in print. He squinted at the four compact portions of ink. He read the statement through twice before folding it up and tucking it into his wallet. He had expected himself to be a difficult conversion, and was surprised to find the brief document to be enough. He believed. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Handfuls: April 2008
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It's all lit up with handfuls / and eyefuls and it doesn't want you / because that's what you want." - Machine for Jean Rhys. Friday, April 11, 2008. Translation: Means "I Love You". Here is something like a confession:. Wednesday afternoon I had a panic attack in the library. All of the messy feelings and stress that I've been feeling for the past semester hit me all at once and I simply could not. Butler, Judith. "Imitation and Gender Insubordination" (1991). My thesis is haunting me. Shambles, Part One.
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Handfuls: September 2007
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It's all lit up with handfuls / and eyefuls and it doesn't want you / because that's what you want." - Machine for Jean Rhys. Monday, September 3, 2007. Dear Nora - On To September. August is over, on to September. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Jamaica Plain, MA, United States. Up until the age of twelve, I sincerely believed that if I threw my frisbee high enough, I could cut a cloud in half. View my complete profile. Girlfriend is a Homo.
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Love,: winter sports
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Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I enjoy the concept of isolation. I like thinking about quiet places, being alone and infinite spaces. In reality, I conjure up voices to fill my head when confronted with silence. I have agoraphobic fits. I fall in love. I fear the conclusive and the epic. My pictures are sedate, my sentences short. View my complete profile.
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Matilda The Hun: boop
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Saturday, December 27, 2008. This is already available on the internets, but I wanted to add it here in the interest of updating this thing once in a blue moon and keeping a super accurate inventory of the 365 in 365 challenge (which I will not be able to triumph over, but will probably inspire a new record in me.). Watching Iris Sleep (Android Attempts to Dream). Light seeps higher and higher through the clouds. Like a bashful coffee stain. The bed springs creak satisfied chicken sounds. Your mother tol...
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Love,: The Complexities of Unproductivity
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The Complexities of Unproductivity. I have been writing about Manhattan Corbacher since I was sixteen years old. I am now twenty three and nothing has been completed. The futility of my effort is understandable: He is immortal. I am not. I have begun to draft random informational pieces about his daily life in an attempt to achieve full comprehension of his identity. Basically, I am writing a biography about a fictional character in the hope of eventually figuring out his story. View my complete profile.
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With A Variable Key: A Convex Hull
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With A Variable Key. An experiment in correspondences. Sunday, October 3, 2010. Inward I go mute. Teething a thought that gestates. And passes with the gravity. Of a kidney stone, under inversions. Of trilobite battle formations. Lit by the capillary effulgence. Spreading from the single lamp. That depends from the ceiling. The walls bicker and vie. In race of palettes. My landlord will finish painting. And fully translate the room. But now with all the furniture. Tucked in a corner my echoes.
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With A Variable Key: Prosopagnosia
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With A Variable Key. An experiment in correspondences. Thursday, October 7, 2010. All tomorrow’s for reservations. People ask. For masks and venues to wear them while I. Like a comma, scenting bright. Pixellated warmth, follow a girl. Through nearly hermetic conversations. I don’t ask her name because. I can feel its memory in clots of braille. On my tongue, a thing known only. To nociceptors on fingertips. And I want to go blind. All my words are inmates rattling. Enameled cages, begging pardon.
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With A Variable Key: February 2011
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With A Variable Key. An experiment in correspondences. Wednesday, February 23, 2011. Will And Testament Found In A Dead Man's Room. In life, a rhetorical enclosure;. In death, the walls remain. As delimiters, discretely. From within. If a forest. Closed 'round in the years following. His departure, an owl's call. Will splinter the pastoral. Silence on any given night. And the world will shrink away. A blink of whiskers. Then haste. To steal the last crumbs. From a sack of rice in the hutch,.
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Matilda The Hun: November 2008
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Thursday, November 6, 2008. About birds and tiny magnets in their brain. Lending direction in flight. Do planets pull. If thunder on Jupiter rolls. With more venom will feathers bristle. Against the leaves in fear? What kinds of treasures the rain has known. What the rain can tell him about being dirty. What it feels like to be inundated. With another being's grime. If a few marionettes twitch at night. Though their strings are hooked at the ceiling. If the wood under the paint senses the water. To those...
