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Ice Age Heat Wave: lit like a fucking kerosene torch and talking the coke-talk
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Friday, March 19, 2010. Lit like a fucking kerosene torch and talking the coke-talk. I am just finally able to see a corner and not slam into it. I am just finally done puking through my nose. The poison has left my body, and I don't feel like poisoning it ever again. But you know I will. The moon seems neon-lit outside my window. The neighbor is having a party next door. Kesha is blasting on the stereo. Then the drugs stopped working. They always do. I felt so alone and purposeless in this world...Oh ki...
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Ice Age Heat Wave: You will find me making voodoo dolls. You'll find me drinking JD straight outta bottle.
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Monday, April 5, 2010. You will find me making voodoo dolls. You'll find me drinking JD straight outta bottle. I know you can't run. But have you ever thought about reinventing yourself? Coming out shiny and new? I have become another person. When I come home (read: if. I come home) you may not recognize me. And it's not because my hair color changed or because I gained or lost weight. But now I suddenly have a job. As a waitress. I've never done it before. But this American lady, Sandy, hire...I guess i...
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Ice Age Heat Wave: Sunshine Award
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Thursday, April 8, 2010. I also got a Sunshine award from the very clever and sweet Cleo. Over at Youth Is Wasted On The Young. The rules of this blog award are:. 1 Post this logo within your blog or post. 2 Pass the award onto 5 fellow bloggers. 3 Link to the nominees within your post. 4 Let the nominees know they have received an award by commenting on their blog. 5 Share the love and link the person whom you received this blog award. So I will pass this award onto:. 1 My girl Tessa over at Apparellel.
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Ice Age Heat Wave: i slapped her. i watched her face burn with the sting.
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Monday, March 15, 2010. I slapped her. i watched her face burn with the sting. I remember her nightgown. It always looked ratty, despite the cheery tulip print. I remember her soft doll feet. I loved touching those cool velvet soles to my cheeks, then covered with pimples. I was desperate. And I had so much anger inside me. I didn't know what to do with it. Except keying cars and smashing telephones. She cried. I cried. Then I slapped her again. Oh Carrie, can you ever forgive me? A Sight To Be Seen.
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Ice Age Heat Wave: And I like danger. I like fucking.
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Friday, March 26, 2010. And I like danger. I like fucking. I am about to do the dumbest thing. My friends tell me; Oh, you will come home in crutches, Kim. But I am a romantic. And an idiot. And I like danger. I like fucking. Here, my life has become dull. The sunshine and that special California light has started to bore me. I act and react on auto-pilot. An old flame says she hasn't been able to stop thinking about me, that she can still feel my feverish touch on her skin. March 26, 2010 at 1:13 AM.
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Ice Age Heat Wave: wrong side of the morning
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Monday, March 15, 2010. Wrong side of the morning. A redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash,. And this emery board is giving me a rash. I'm flat out,. You're so beautiful to look at when you cry. March 15, 2010 at 5:08 AM. Its always wrong side of the morning for me! March 15, 2010 at 6:05 AM. Love the simple words, Kim. awesomely written! March 15, 2010 at 6:13 AM. And so awful when youre offering cupcakes. March 15, 2010 at 6:16 AM. March 15, 2010 at 6:51 AM. Waking up to this was good. Put th...
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Ice Age Heat Wave: She started having cold sores and unsightly rashes.
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Sunday, April 25, 2010. She started having cold sores and unsightly rashes. Mommy didn't protect Anita. Couldn't wouldn't. Turned the old blind eye. Anita's eyes changed from velvet brown to black lakes. Anita was twelve when it started. Later Anita started smoking cigarettes and hanging out with boys who drove stolen cars and drank beer and sniffed glue. Sometimes he would pick Anita up from school. That was the one good thing he did. So why the hell did Anita complain about it? April 26, 2010 at 6:32 AM.
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Ice Age Heat Wave: Satan if you're there, please touch my shoulder
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010. Satan if you're there, please touch my shoulder. I didn't remember any of it until recently. Or, I guess I just stopped thinking about it. But my cousin Claire was a truly wicked one. And then she jumped off a hotel roof in New Orleans. To pay for the life she took. Or at least that's what the note in her pocket read. Kate told Claire that it was serious this time. She said that she and Derek were really in love, and that she wanted to marry him. And that she wanted to ...I am ...
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Ice Age Heat Wave: call it by its real name
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Monday, April 19, 2010. Call it by its real name. There's a fox on the run. She has a bushy tail dipped in white. A small shy face. She's on the run along the canals. I can't tell what she's looking for, if anything. Love? A nice way to kill some time. The moon is but a sliver, but through a rift, on the outskirts of the horizons, there's some navy blue spilling out, as a premonition. The fox cuts across Greifswalder Strasse and starts following the street car tracks. You've got to keep moving, right?