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Moving Day

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

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Moving Day

She said Dog

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

as in I was one.

and then she laughed.
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Boxes away, first of many, on wings to Anchorage.

—–
Also

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because none of us, are as cruel as all of us.

A Window into…

Friday, August 27th, 2010

the lives of otters. Other Otters, etc.

More running.

Remember the Alamo

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

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Another vein-y forearm breakfast,
tied up in expectations and expatriation dates,
no more egg toast mornings in the sun shine,
or couches in the solarium,
just exile to boxes in boxes,
and trim exes under the moon light.

Making Good Choices

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

2010 - July - Israel trip 070

short hair and lip ring
little death in the afternoon
and poems for dinner

Notes at Anchor

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

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A view of Anchorage,

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mountains in the mist.

Postponed and Prolonged

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

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Red lights and girls with tattoos showing through their tank tops will have to wait a few more years at least.
September, September, the 15th of September?
Mebe, I cannot predict what will happen or when.
No entrails or spy glass will perform the magic, but we work on it.

There is no…

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

Redemption
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You must be like a predator, like a wolf, you must always move forward and never look back.
-Svetlana

There is no forgiveness.

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We are what we have done, and no mater where you go, there you are.

There is no answer.
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“When you’re on stage the pedal is your only friend”
-VB

Storm and Thunder

Monday, June 14th, 2010

or something like that, but in German.
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Does he know, darkness
and leather. drip, drip in bed.
eater and eaten
—–
Now Transmogrified
he has become I, and I
have become him, again.
—–
Contrary Spirit
Dispossessed and Disparate
remember that night?

Boxes

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

Boxes, or more specifically one box.

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Not to be confused with (Warning the following link goes to the encyclopedia dramatica and is neither work nor mind safe. Also it is in extremely bad taste.) Boxxy.

Boxes sent out in the mail.

Line at post office

old man remembers the fire

“hill burned top down”

Also -> my late nights are stretchy warm and well communicated.

Which is only tangentially related to…