July 2011
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June 2010
1 post
April 2010
2 posts
1 tag
tension and texture
everyone is kind of tightly wound somehow and I might be worse than most / I might be worse than most but it dams and damns what might be a deafening kind of blow oh darling / oh darling my cup it runneth over / it runneth over and you are not there to hold your lips to the rim / lips to the rim and suck (nobody has done that successfully ever but you never tried) / you never tried asking but...
算了吧
算了吧算了吧算了吧算了吧算了吧算了吧
September 2009
1 post
“I want to sail away to Cuba with the boy I love, and never bestow as much as a...”
– http://thekatiegirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/chandler-levacks-ode-to-dawsons-creek.html
August 2009
1 post
May 2009
1 post
April 2009
1 post
5 tags
"disease index"
Late-night breathing and influenza rasps – your lungs are undependable. They are porous; they leak soggy air like your heart seeps stray affection. Sometimes when I am punch-drunk and head-sweet I imagine having designs on your little thumper; but it bumpers and stutters and stops arrhythmic far too much. After a fright, a pretty girl: palpitate. …I should not love so fickle an object. Nor your...
March 2009
6 posts
“little I & little you /
have only this left to hold onto”
– girl ambrose
February 2009
4 posts
3 tags
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