tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11412584627551380362024-03-13T05:23:40.193-07:00red wine revelationsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-82527811201142325792016-02-21T17:38:00.001-08:002016-02-21T17:38:16.189-08:00204<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M_i650P4O4g/VspmhzkvdII/AAAAAAAABeI/Jnk0GQ9jAH8/s640/blogger-image--1564422277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-M_i650P4O4g/VspmhzkvdII/AAAAAAAABeI/Jnk0GQ9jAH8/s640/blogger-image--1564422277.jpg"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-34525959646033043032016-02-21T17:37:00.001-08:002016-02-21T17:37:47.817-08:00203<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">To whom does a body belong to?</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The person who touched it first?</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The person who touched it the longest?</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Or the person who touched it last?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Is_vZ2u3MZI/VspmRmQMahI/AAAAAAAABeE/uB2bb6YBp_A/s640/blogger-image--1768067336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Is_vZ2u3MZI/VspmRmQMahI/AAAAAAAABeE/uB2bb6YBp_A/s640/blogger-image--1768067336.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-48841506389766206182015-11-07T16:28:00.001-08:002015-11-07T16:36:57.131-08:00250<div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div>Tiny hairs kept getting stuck in wet nail polish. Pet hair, cat hair. Or was it pubic? Curly and black. It all looked the same. More likely it was that the bristles of the polish brush were breaking and spilt-ending so that when she went to spread fresh drops of color on her oval shaped bones, the hairs would get stuck. That the bristles were breaking like her own hair would indicate that she had painted her nails for the third time that day. </span><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Because of indecision. She had switched from wanting the salad to wanting the soup to wanting the Nutella tart at lunch, all within the matter of five minutes and when the waitress finally came, she asked for a few <i>more</i> minutes and when, she had finally decided that something light would be best, she blurted out Quiche to the waitress without really knowing if it was on the menu. It was. </span><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Because of bordem. Painting nails passed the time, gave her something to focus on. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Because of the excuse it provided- for example: something like taking out the garbage rendered itself quite impossible and she could simply say to no one in particular "my nails are wet" and not feel guilty or lazy. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Because smoking. If her hands were busy, she would not smoke. And she was, of course, trying to quit. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">She was painting over Crest* white nails with a shade called</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">"Vegabondage" which was a color that looked like gummy flesh, the healthy kind you'd find way up top of where your teeth started protruding, if you were to say, spread your top and bottom lips open wide enough with your index and middle fingers. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">When she found the bottle and read the bottom where the name was printed in tiny black lettering, she had envisioned the pink as something sexy. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But as the pink liquid began to melt into evenly drying strips, it was somehow not. And on her, it even became girly. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Vegabondage , it occurred to her, was not even an activity. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But beauty did not have to make any sense. She knew that well enough, and she loved it so. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">She painted her nails. But not her toes - not yet. Though it was November, and though it was warm enough for open-toed shoes (but not exactly opened toe shoes, like sandals) it was more the kind of weather for those ludicrous boots with a peep toe cut out. It was <i>perfect weather for impractical boots with the</i> <i>peep toe</i>. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But she had not painted them. The weather made just about as much sense as the boots had, and so, wearing socks (very much opposite of any open anything) seemed much more sensible. </span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Her toe nails remained bare then. In a non-sexual, Vegabond kind of way. And most certainly without the bondage. </span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Besides, she was never patient enough for the first coat to dry before applying the second. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">And as she looked at the freshly painted ten, she wondered if she'd had any acetone left in the bathroom. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">💅🏻</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-44219304367693316172015-05-17T19:42:00.001-07:002015-05-17T19:42:58.539-07:00225<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I feel like I haven't created anything in a very long time </span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">And</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I've been very concerned with money lately</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Like a factory worker</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'm not just a worker bee</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I'll write your copy and story lines and headlines for no byline</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But money </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Is never what I wanted </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Nor has ever been my motivation </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I've always found my way astonishingly </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Being myself</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Star like air like carefree </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Caring that's when things become real</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">And the problem with real is that my real is not yours</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Nor yours mine </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">We cannot just be passive observers in a world that has no direction</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">A moment towards more </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">And excess </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Until we are too full fat and happy </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">That we are unable to move </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">To speak</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">To think</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">If this is comfort I say I don't want it</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Burn the pillows of defeat</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Do not rest your head</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">But let it fall like a heavy tree</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">From exhaustion</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Because the cut is too deep</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Let yourself be uncomfortable</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Trimmed down to the bone </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Purge the fullness and tiredness </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I fell asleep in a loud theatre and knew then that</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Something must be wrong </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">What happened to that slim, shrewd girl</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Who would do and try and be anything once </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Had she been all she would be</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">What was left for her </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">When she was on the brink of dying she felt most alive</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">And now living a life </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">She felt the most near death </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rnBuUpW7bQ8/VVlRsZl5SFI/AAAAAAAABOo/2iGou1Mubqw/s640/blogger-image-944361996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rnBuUpW7bQ8/VVlRsZl5SFI/AAAAAAAABOo/2iGou1Mubqw/s640/blogger-image-944361996.jpg"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-80094446193030115042015-04-14T11:04:00.002-07:002015-04-14T11:04:20.161-07:00201Almost one year ago to the date exactly,<br />
But in another year and in another life,<br />
She remembered a tiny stream of consciousness<br />
When she was single and not yet a wife,<br />
<br />
A place where she wrote down anything<br />
To an audience, loyal and few<br />
Rekindling a need in herself,<br />
She sits and types something new.<br />
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TO SEE IF<br />
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She still has something left to say,<br />
Or a feeling left to feel,<br />
To know her breath, hair, skin and bones<br />
Are alive, well and real<br />
<br />
Not to loose track of things she's thought<br />
So many now, in all these days,<br />
So many voice, places, tastes<br />
But only so many ways<br />
To love.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-66046026989059704672014-04-05T21:07:00.001-07:002014-04-05T21:07:04.467-07:00200I thought she was weak when she fell into his arms but when I found arms to fall into, I understood. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-39643114854466622802013-09-22T16:33:00.001-07:002013-09-22T16:33:11.667-07:00174<div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Everyone has a sound.</span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">No I don't mean a voice<br>I mean </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">a sound. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The sound of a person. You don't hear it right away though, not like an introduction in an exchange of hands and names, but a sound, or sounds rather.<br>The sounds are almost rhythmic too, like patterns.<br>Every person has a sound or several sounds and if you can decipher them from each other, you can know just who's walked into the house, who is using the bathroom, who is in the kitchen. <br>The pace of her walking, across the hall, sounds different than mine and he,<br>knows them both, so well. <br>The person has a presence also, and if you are very good, you may not even need listen to the sounds of the person to tell who it is that's there without seeing them.<br>You just feel them.<br>She felt different than I,<br>we both, for him, felt the same. <br>It was like this, sounds and sounding in silence. Silences' sound a thick and noiseless layer that is the loudest of all except when interrupted by sounds both familiar and un ---<br>Could you imagine in a city as noisy and congested as this,<br>you could hear some nights, the rattle of the laundry machine, a near by shower, the sizzling ash of this three quarter smoked cigarette in the rain. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The rain. I can hear the rain. <br>Sometimes what I think I hear is the sound of passionate breath between breathless kisses is really just a leaking air conditioning unit.<br>No one makes love quietly any more. At least not in the whispered way that tells me we are the only two people who know we are here and we are the only two people who exist.<br>Us and our sounds. <br>I remember waking up one morning and feeling i could lay there all day long. Is this love? I thought. Or is it just too cold and snowy outside to imagine ever leaving this bed, this embrace?<br>I would know later, yes, it was love indeed. And that I do like winter. Because beds are warmer then. Or at least they feel warmer.<br>The sound of sheets. Oh! And then the smell....<br>Three pigeons come in the morning. For what, I do not know, except that they look perfectly placed and framed in that window, a grey and white speckled alley way, much like their own feathers. <br>The pigeons always sound like pigeons , their sometimes amusing coos that sound a lot like cat purrrrs. They will always give themselves away. </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Sqb6Fl0oHIk/Uj9-NqaamRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/TJXtFX2-zkA/s640/blogger-image-1642347092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Sqb6Fl0oHIk/Uj9-NqaamRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/TJXtFX2-zkA/s640/blogger-image-1642347092.jpg"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-80618909918095753372013-08-02T18:11:00.000-07:002013-08-05T18:41:25.848-07:00173<div class="p1">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Books Go Any/EveryWhere</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">books for bed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and books for the train</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">books for sunshine</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and books for the rain</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">books for tears</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and books for smiles</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">books for road tripped travel miles</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">books for underlining</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">books for folding</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">books for borrowing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">big books for holding</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a book for leisure</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a book for learning</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a book for pleasure</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a book for journaling </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I yearn to earn enough so that </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I might always have a book upon my lap</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a cigarette to smoke and a worthy night cap. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">i could read them all and read them again,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">start in the middle or maybe the end</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">take my money, take my love, my comforts</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">take my dignity, take my clothes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">take my plans, I don't need those</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but please dear taker, don't take those </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Books Are Any/EveryThing </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Have a thought and write it down</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then take a walk around downtown</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Relate the lesson to the life that's</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pulsing by your bedside </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On page forty-five</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And sentence two</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The place, the word that reminded me of you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">fuck me fuck me fuck me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to crossed eyes and sore thighs so that I can't read any more</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And until the only thing that would sober my sexed brain</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Is a book. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Is a four letter word.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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That pillbox red</div>
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White white white </div>
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Why'd shed auto correct to she'd?</div>
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A past tense of herself</div>
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She was already leaving her dead skin</div>
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feeling the wind and the sun and the stars and the night</div>
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For the first time</div>
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Thinking a season is only beautiful because it will not last</div>
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She'd shed like leaves on a tree</div>
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Burnt ones in July</div>
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Made to look like autumn </div>
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Time for Springs beginnings</div>
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But only after </div>
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A winters sleep. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-18997494850143762962013-07-17T18:16:00.001-07:002013-07-17T18:22:13.448-07:00171you can't loose anything when you were nothing to begin with.<br />
the goal is to keep subpar<br />
but never be at zero.<br />
because nothing + nothing = +<br />
but there's nothing to us, if we only have us.<br />
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the word/sound "OH!" is so poignant right now.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-39740485213448581432013-06-29T20:25:00.001-07:002013-06-30T09:38:17.494-07:00170I think I see you as you are as you think you are when you're alone. <br />
I make you feel like not the only one in the room, but the lonely one in the room. I could make a joke or say something that's obvious like comment on the weather. Physical obvious observation obviously a deterrence to what I really want to ask and to what you really want to say. A smile passes It off. That silence of complete un-understanding more deafening than the tone of a woman screaming an orgasmic YES. And more uncomfortable than him not coming but doing all the work. A Conceptual Fuck. I'm used to tripping out in layers of complexity in total silence, layers like that strange flavor of chocolate cake I wanted only after you had described it, having wanted to eat it too. Licking my fingers before I even taste it. Feeling nauseous knowing I will succumb when the fork is to my mouth. And feeling better when we are on a road trip and when we come across a fork in the road, and you will ask me, "which way?" And I will open my mouth and say "left" but in my mind I will think '<i>did I really mean right?'</i> But then having gone left and having stayed there for a while, and thinking of all the possibilities of right, it will have seemed as mundane as aftertaste, as a party missed, as the morning after, as pineapple or fruit punch. It's all just different combinations of dust and sugar and air.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-9739721360619828242013-06-29T17:46:00.001-07:002013-06-29T17:46:47.205-07:00169I'm feeling nostalgic<br />
For a summer in New York,<br />
How could it be already a year since?<br />
I'm feeling nostalgic and so I am here recreating what that first summer, <br />
what last summer felt like,<br />
Heat too hot to think, <br />
An excitement of a new place,<br />
A city burning underneath my fire escape<br />
It looks grimey but there's no other place right now in the world id rather be than to be as lonely as the last cigarette<br />
With cheap white wine and a book<br />
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What brought you to New York?<br />
Television.<br />
Oh, you saw it in a movie?<br />
Yes, but that's not why.<br />
Why then, you said television <br />
Yes but because <br />
The city is too transient for Television. <br />
That's what brought me here. <br />
That's what will keep me here.<br />
not physically cause static is movement. <br />
And when there's static on the television, we turn.<br />
But that's what will always draw me here<br />
The comfort of an unworking Television<br />
The constant static<br />
Reminding me to move<br />
But always feeling like this is home<br />
Like when i've drifted off to sleep to the sound of a static snowstorm<br />
Waking up and going properly to bed<br />
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A subway terminal is where everyone sort of drones. Listen to the sounds in a subway terminal as different as they are it's all just DRONE their faces DRONE the paces DRONE the train the rain the yellow the window panes everything DRONE DRONE DRONE <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141258462755138036.post-5135142363227298382013-05-24T14:54:00.003-07:002013-05-24T14:54:27.142-07:00165the pinch<br />
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i have that pain again<br />
in the back of my back<br />
between my shoulder blade and spine<br />
the pain i used to get when i missed you<br />
but i forgot to<br />
the pinch would remind me<br />
remind me of you<br />
i can't quite name it<br />
that part of my back that hurts<br />
or that thing that's not there<br />
i guess that's what they call missing<br />
something felt<br />
not quite seen<br />
not quite named<br />
just felt<br />
A pain<br />
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<br />
Chances to daydream<br />
But the city went on forever<br />
Moving slowly<br />
The bridge lines racing past<br />
Obscuring that slow moving vast landscape<br />
With fast paced dreams and feet<br />
It's sheer size made it almost immovable<br />
Yet such a sturdy sight was<br />
Falling nervous inside <br />
With paper people dreaming well into the night<br />
Guided by city lights<br />
Oh now what then<br />
It's nearly ten<br />
I think we should move slowly, quickly elsewhere <br />
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Red Wine Revelations: Poem 119 written by Lauren Festa originally posted on youtube.com/watch?v=sO25CbLI7-g
As interpreted by Glenn Michael for Lovefuck
Model - Vanessa Coco
Assistant Director - Vincent Tran
Production Assistant - Loretta MK
Sound and Editing - Glenn MichaelUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0