December 2009
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re: st. patrick's day, 2008, and the man i told...
to whom it may concern…but mainly to audry, Let’s face facts: this isn’t working. This- this entire…thing, whatever it really is. It’s done. And I don’t mean just us. Understand that that’s not what I’m saying. This is bigger. It’s bigger than us. For me, it’s everything. They’re not working. We’re not working and they’re not working. None of this feels like anything anymore. And I can’t...
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usually we’d go ahead and get a few words down, maybe even a sentence or two. but that was about as far as it’d get before a hard line would find its way in between the letters. nothing ever really stuck when it came right down to it. i could almost guarantee you that this entire thing up to this point has been written before. more than once, in fact. i’ll find you the page....
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this is you in your winter overcoat, huddled in a bus station corner under the bright lights and muffled sounds of passing travelers. the soft strands of your blond hair cover your eyes as you try to remain hidden in the little world of you. no one knows you, but all that are see you. there is no fear in your face, no worry in your brow. you are exactly where you want to be. this is your polariod...
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100
I logged in tonight. Blogspot told me this would be my 100th post. I thought about that for a few moments. 100 posts starting with number 1, as I check, almost two years ago to this day. Part of me is surprised to still be using this things. Another part of me thinks about how many broken thoughts or unfinished entries I’ve registered in this half-journal/half-confessional. What is this...
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dear adelaide, i wrote you a letter just the other night. in it i explained the reasoning behind certain events that have recently occurred, as well as my feelings on said instances. my thoughts on the matter are quite precise, yet still without direction. my initial thought was to express this, among other things, to you in person but circumstances have yet to relieve themselves and allow me...
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there were these two men
there are no more dreams. no? how come? i don’t know. you have no idea? it’s just…i don’t know. i think there’s no hope in it. in dreaming. that’s a heavy notion, don’t you think? not really. i mean, look around us. i don’t think people dream like they used to. and why do you say that? because you can see the hopelessness in their eyes. in their...