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wordsbridgesdraw: the first thing i see when i open my eyes
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Saturday, February 7, 2009. The first thing i see when i open my eyes. My plant, undeterred by being dead, is bent and brittle . Reaching with its broken guitar string branches. To rest a caring touch on the typewriter,. Who suffers from dust and rusted keys, and has. Been lately needing frequent reassurance . That everything will be ok. Saturday, February 07, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor.
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wordsbridgesdraw: Bronze bright
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Sunday, March 1, 2009. The sky breathes lightly in the labor of snow;. An added silence from concentration on the task-. Lit with the circling energy of an unknowable . Number of flakes, now falling under the street lamp . Outside my window. Now the spitting gold . Sunday, March 01, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen?
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wordsbridgesdraw: March 2009
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Sunday, March 1, 2009. The sky breathes lightly in the labor of snow;. An added silence from concentration on the task-. Lit with the circling energy of an unknowable . Number of flakes, now falling under the street lamp . Outside my window. Now the spitting gold . Sunday, March 01, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen? I have an idea.
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bottom drawer designs: August 2011
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There's a crack in everything. that's how the light gets in. (leonard cohen). Saturday, August 20, 2011. Put a Plug On It*. My affection for this. Lent me to go with a really dumb title for this blog post. DON'T CARE. I'm one of the competing artists for this contest. In which a bunch of us will paint our own designs on fire plugs through Olde Uptown in Harrisburg. I chose it for a few reasons:. 2 Fire plugs really ought to be yellow. 3 Everything really ought to resemble a submarine. 4 I like referential.
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wordsbridgesdraw: 3,650 days
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009. Almost every day i write a new post for this blog in my head. I talk about sad things, mostly. the sentences are short. and i try to make them poetic. The very act of writing-but-not-writing-it-down perfectly illustrates my current state of crisis:. I am stuck between being and doing. I turned twenty-four recently, which means it's been a full ten years of dealing with untreated depression and anxiety. A decade of silent, fearful things. I'm waiting to say it. still waiting.
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Yonder.--What high as that! We follow, now we follow.--: Top Five Childhood Memories: The King of Pop edition
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Yonder.- What high as that! We follow, now we follow.-. Yonder, yes yonder, yonder, Yonder. Top Five Childhood Memories: The King of Pop edition. Because it really is the end of an era. Off of TV [remember those days, eh] and watching the VHS at least once a week, for at least a year:. 2 Appreciating every time he pulled off another successful "feature length music video" [and in part inspiring my love of all things epic and over-the-top in pop music/culture]:. 5 Seeing Captain EO. Oooh forgot this one:.
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wordsbridgesdraw: January 2009
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Saturday, January 31, 2009. Inserting oneself into history. The Inauguration was cold. . Saturday, January 31, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen? I have an idea. Maybe together we can get somewhere. Mrs Micah: Finance for a Freelance Life. National Gallery of Art. Read, Write, Now. Sarah in the Bronx. The Girl Effect - Home.
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wordsbridgesdraw: November 2008
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Monday, November 24, 2008. Self as red wine sponge. Woke up too early this morning and the whole thing resulted in me heaving over my porcelain sink, my white and square shaped sink. And the smell of my soap which i usually like and strategically placed at each corner - made it a little worse. Poison! My legs and neck took a momentary fever, and I groaned loudly against my will. humiliating. but no one else heard, so it's fine. because why be up at five unless you're fighting evil with good? I can still ...
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wordsbridgesdraw: inserting oneself into history
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Saturday, January 31, 2009. Inserting oneself into history. The Inauguration was cold. . Saturday, January 31, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen? I have an idea. Maybe together we can get somewhere. Mrs Micah: Finance for a Freelance Life. National Gallery of Art. Read, Write, Now. Sarah in the Bronx. The Girl Effect - Home.
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wordsbridgesdraw: parents are just two of the things that make us
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Friday, February 27, 2009. Parents are just two of the things that make us. So I have rolled my tongue up snug. Beneath my teeth. Like crepes. Like campers. Curled in sleeping bags, children getting grass stains. Down a hill. Pattern of this cork that has just fallen. From the counter, wobbling, half stained with wine-. Friday, February 27, 2009. March 24, 2009 at 7:08 AM. This is a favorite. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag.
