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These Little Town Blues: December 2009

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Thursday, December 31, 2009. What do I have to say about 2009? Thank you all, Happy New Year, and all that. Cool, whatever. Sunday, December 20, 2009. Things that are scary. 1 My penultimate semester of college ends tomorrow. 2 My ultimate, final semester as an undergraduate begins shortly thereafter. 3 My graduate school applications have to be done by, like, Wednesday or something. 4 Graduate school applications. 5 The very idea of student teaching. 7 What am I doing? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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These Little Town Blues: June 2009

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Thursday, June 18, 2009. Some very brief highlights. Under the nearest lightning bug we pick at blades and speak like there isn't that human distance, like everything is simultaneous and close and these friends we've made are fingers. We fumble against each other as if by accident, but not. I wonder if we're all thinking it when someone says, my god, this is so fucking awesome. S that this could be belonging. My high streak continues into this, the latter weeks of June. Life has cradled me something ...

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These Little Town Blues: Artax

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Sunday, March 07, 2010. It's 51 degrees out, cloudless and blue, a Sunday made for walks past cafes, through grassy city squares down to the water where great barges crawl like they're just left to float where they do. Reminds me of Savannah, so practiced at formality it manages prim in 90% humidity. I could use a parachute. I wonder if there exists a spring to water myself from. And losing the good things. And being stuck somewhere/here. Will I be like Artax, overcome and doomed? View my complete profile.

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These Little Town Blues: February 2010

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Monday, February 15, 2010. I've got a wet rattlecough robbing me of sleep lately, as if I'm trying to get something out but can't. Sometimes words get stuck to my inner throatlining like the spikeball seeds we threw at each other as children did to sweaters. The cooperation of my stomach and lungs, tightening and, so, pushing up against disease is valiant, even heroic- and in this grey time futile and impotent. I wonder now, recollecting as I sit in a class that demands "what does it mean? And then the w...

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These Little Town Blues: May 2010

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Monday, May 24, 2010. Well, off I trot to Washington for Sasquatch! Mom and Dad think we're going to drive off of a canyon. I sure hope we don't-. Friday, May 07, 2010. When I despair I micromanage but I'm running out of internet and out of tongues and out of lines and out of time and if I could be the one who didn't wear ice the same number of nights fur, I would be. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm write some things sometimes. View my complete profile. Me Around the Internet. A Shout in the Street.

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These Little Town Blues

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Monday, May 24, 2010. Well, off I trot to Washington for Sasquatch! Mom and Dad think we're going to drive off of a canyon. I sure hope we don't-. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm write some things sometimes. View my complete profile. Me Around the Internet. A Shout in the Street. Your Fictional Space (launch soon). The jams I pump. Well, off I trot to Washington for Sasquatch! When I despair I micromanage but Im running out o.

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These Little Town Blues: April 2009

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Thursday, April 30, 2009. Never before have I felt so like Lear. Monday, April 27, 2009. I try to avoid narcissistic writing. I feel like I've been down that road before, perhaps a few too many times. The charged posts, the reflective and emotional ones, are always the most embarrassing to look back on. Like whatever I was feeling at the time seems so ludicrous now, insignificant. But that's the nature of context, and if we don't write it. Who's to say we'll remember? Of relating to other people. But the...

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These Little Town Blues: Tunnelvision

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Sunday, April 11, 2010. MAN am I ever (sometimes) supremely envious of nihilists! I fear that I see things with terrible sort of paranoid distortion. It makes it super hard to tell when something is something I should worry about and when something is something I'm only worried about because I'm worried I am supposed to be worrying about it. What's with this nagging fear of obsolescence I've picked up recently? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm write some things sometimes. View my complete profile.

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These Little Town Blues: Wax cast

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Monday, February 15, 2010. I've got a wet rattlecough robbing me of sleep lately, as if I'm trying to get something out but can't. Sometimes words get stuck to my inner throatlining like the spikeball seeds we threw at each other as children did to sweaters. The cooperation of my stomach and lungs, tightening and, so, pushing up against disease is valiant, even heroic- and in this grey time futile and impotent. I wonder now, recollecting as I sit in a class that demands "what does it mean? And then the w...