Writers blockI haven't written anything in ages
I do however have some ideas i want to get out on paper
just need to find the time....
Like The Spines of Your Booksyou keep teasing me about how i ruin the spines of your booksLike The Spines of Your Books
i keep saying i prefer to think of spines not "ruined" but "well loved" -please bare with my semantics of your books like my hands soft on the small of your back
YouthI suppose you don't remember the summertime we spent on bleachers, feeding the birds, and how we burned quickly, reckless in the afternoon sun.Youth
I remember you wondering how many dandelion seeds could gently spin and float
in that shadow you said was the longest ever cast, but I was too busy watching the way the heat distorted the asphalt, into some distant oasis
I suppose you don't remember that movie. We watched in your living room. You told me the saddest scene was when she lost her virginity to some older boy at some party the scenes juxtaposed his seduc
god of chinese fortune cookiessmall idlegod of chinese fortune cookies
talk on full stomaches in some fauxchinese restaurant and you looked over my shoulder as i opened it i guess there was some sort of chinese
fortune cookie god watching over us that day
we looked at it then at each other for a long long time
and knew
The Valentines Day ManifestoTo whomever it may concern,The Valentines Day Manifesto
You asked me about love so I will ask you about music. Do you remember when you picked up your first instrument? Were you amazed at the fact that you could squeeze sound out of it? Sounds that would eventually become notes, which became phrases, which became passages, and eventually songs; things of beauty. You will have to take my word for it that there is nothing like it in the world.
Now, expectedly, you question my point. However I implore you to bear with me. The first few years of playing that instrument, you measured your talent in how fast and high you could play. However the
Headphones and ExpansionI am the soles of his shoes, I must like the feeling of my cheeksHeadphones and Expansion
against the gravel, he presses my jawline in
hard, I keep coming back in an attempt to pluck out
each pin shaped stone. There is not much inside apart from old cogs
and plastic tubes that twist around my spine,
something burrows into my stomach and sits,
clattering as I breathe and I have to keep on hushing it up
as its fingers start to pull my ribs apart
so the world can eye my heart up, open like empty drawers,
so I can walk around with my pores unfastened spilling out everywhere.
&n
jezebel and imy love is like a cigarettejezebel and i
burning at both ends
jezebel and i
your hair was normal.
mine was fallinginmyface, greasy, black, and i would brush it out of my eyes as we kissed, and the mood was lost.
remember when i used to make you
mixtapes? we'd sit for hours on the cracked leather seats and listen until the darkness fell and we had better things to do; i made them for years until you traded in your '89 Chevy Camaro for a brand new Mustang (with no tape deck) - i kept your tapes in an old shoe
FOUR DAYS!
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wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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I miss you guys. But guess what! In 39 days I'll be back!!! That's right bitch.
Speaking of bitches... you were horrible to that cat! Well... maybe not as bad a Jon was... I dunno if you saw him but he like twisted its head off.
I like how I was just picturing that, but not being grossed out at all.
I wrote a song! I dunno if you read it... but I actually put music to it. Nader has a crappy copy that I messed up on... but I have a better one. It's still crappy.
Well... I have to go find something to busy myself with.
I HEART YOU TIMES A MILLION!
jaazzyzzyzyzzy
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wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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-=- Bard College Class of '10 -=-
i heart the liberal arts!
It's quite enjoyable here.
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wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
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