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The Pseudo Writer Blues: May 2009
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Thursday, May 14, 2009. Ryan Adams and You. This was written awhile back. He holds your hand the whole night while inside but spends the rest of the night not talking to you, but to his friends. You both drink. It makes you forget about being embarrassed about constantly thinking that he’s not talking to you. You get to carry him to bed that night and fall asleep with him, you make him breakfast at noon. You make him breakfast but have to leave at noon before he’s awake. On the drive home you k...
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The Pseudo Writer Blues: Lily
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Thursday, April 9, 2009. She wanted to let the dogs out one last time before bed. They ran out, barked and ran through the piles of leaves. “I’ve got to remember to clean up the yard this weekend,” she thought. She looked over at her plants lined up against the house on the wooden picnic table. “Hello my Lily,” she said. Even though she knew that it sounded crazy, she thought that talking to her plants be good for them. Like a loud bang? 8221; She hadn’t. “I also have to fix that other ou...Even though s...
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The Pseudo Writer Blues: All at Once and Never at All
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Sunday, March 22, 2009. All at Once and Never at All. I cry in bitter booms. I cry in deep and cool waves and swim in the thought of you. I am alive in the sway and am awakened by the reflection of the sun. You the energy of my body. You giving life to death and death to death. I cry tears to the distance of you. And pray in deep longing and burning when I am awakened by your breath. I swallow oceans in your presence. I sing my sun’s youth to you. I dance in paintings to the song of you. To swim or drown.
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The Pseudo Writer Blues: The Rules of April Fool’s
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009. The Rules of April Fool’s. April Fools jokes are a tradition in my family. When I was young my grandmother would tell us that the ice cream truck was outside and that we could have what we wanted, and my sister and I would run to the front yard while my grandmother laughed at us, yelling, “April Fool’s! 8221; No ice cream truck. But it was all in good fun; we laughed and planned revenge, telling my grandma things like “Grandma your food is burning! Keep the Jokes Lighthearted.
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The Pseudo Writer Blues: I Don’t Want my First Kiss to be with an Atheist
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009. I Don’t Want my First Kiss to be with an Atheist. I wasn’t very religious, but I wore a cross in defiance. Meanwhile he was sketching plans for various designs like one for a clothing line based on very radical beliefs: straight edge, veganism, freeganism, punk and metal music. I’m not sure how I became so unraveled when I was around him. My So Called Life. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Pseudo Writer Blues. Fiction creative writing, mostly. A Series of Open Letters.
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The Pseudo Writer Blues: November 2009
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Thursday, November 19, 2009. At my wife's insistence, we shopped the art district of town for overpriced candles and curtains. My wife bought a small print for our kitchen. The artist told me that the image of a coffee cup and spoon came from an unidentified internet site. Clearly cheating, I thought. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Pseudo Writer Blues. Fiction creative writing, mostly. A Series of Open Letters. View my complete profile.
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The Pseudo Writer Blues: Operation Retrieval
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Monday, March 9, 2009. Do I act like it was just another ordinary day? Do I sympathize or ignore? What would he appreciate more? What would be best? I thought that maybe I should wait to hear what he would say first. I pretended to be busy, which is what I thought to be the best solution in any situation (at least when it came to running into the cute boys I liked, to avoid being nervous, which makes me babble and panic, usually), I looked at my keys, fumbled with my purse. 8221; I was getting louder....
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The Pseudo Writer Blues: April 2009
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Thursday, April 9, 2009. She wanted to let the dogs out one last time before bed. They ran out, barked and ran through the piles of leaves. “I’ve got to remember to clean up the yard this weekend,” she thought. She looked over at her plants lined up against the house on the wooden picnic table. “Hello my Lily,” she said. Even though she knew that it sounded crazy, she thought that talking to her plants be good for them. Like a loud bang? 8221; She hadn’t. “I also have to fix that other ou...Even though s...
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The Pseudo Writer Blues: From: Graduer
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Thursday, November 19, 2009. At my wife's insistence, we shopped the art district of town for overpriced candles and curtains. My wife bought a small print for our kitchen. The artist told me that the image of a coffee cup and spoon came from an unidentified internet site. Clearly cheating, I thought. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Pseudo Writer Blues. Fiction creative writing, mostly. A Series of Open Letters. View my complete profile.
