Stalking Bliss
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Just once...
I'd like to write a plump, juicy burger of a paragraph. You know, something that takes awhile to get your chops around, but a delicious composition nonetheless. For now, though, I write only the swiss cheese. flat. thin. hole-y. slices with not much bite.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Earliest Memories
- stealing a ball from my baby brother and telling my mom I didn't do it.
- making waxed paper butterflies in preschool. - choosing a bed spread.
- telling my mom about a dream I had.
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Monday, September 20, 2010
I understand Tillie Olsen.
Complain or type multiple expletives into this little blank box: that is the writing decision I am faced with this evening. Why should I be small? I'll do both, quick and dirty so no one gets hurt. My lower back is on fire, like I have two glowing pieces of sharp-edged coal rolling around at the base of my spine. This means I can expect to begin bleeding precious, ruby red blood soon. And shit, I'm fucking tired.
Ok, all done.
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