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Entries in Life (5)

Saturday
Jan232010

WORD OF THE DAY

 

Does anyone else agree that sometimes, when you are single, it is actually liberating to find out you have no crushes on anyone who is currently a viable option?  It means you and your heart and your mind are free and open, to the wind, to the rain, to new possibility, to saying "fuck" and "cunt" and "piss" with abandon (well, I usually do that anyway), to beers at anytime with anyone on any corner of town, to not giving a damn about who you will or won't run into when drinking that beer on that corner of town, to starting from scratch, to....  It is practice in how to stop wondering, impressing, expecting, waiting....

And then there are those other times when it sucks a lot, too.

 

 

 

WORD OF THE DAY

 

There is the violent 
                     crush.
That of
destruction.
That of fists,
nutcrackers, Robosaurus
crushing
skulls     peanut shells     egg cartons;
soda cans     feelings     ice.

Then there is the violet 
                             crush.
That faint blue
fondness.
The opposite of breakage. 
Freshness of plums     figs     winter rye;
milk     rabbit fur     snow.
 
Sunday
Jan102010

Just eat it

She gets up to refill her coffee and refills his at the same time. She brings it back and sets it down next to his left hand, and he briefly lifts his head up to acknowledge, but doesn't make any eye contact, and looks back down at his paper with a wider smile on his face. I wonder what they went through to find each other....

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Friday
Jan082010

It's sabotage

I realized the other day that I sabotage my own daydreams.

I sabotage my own daydreams.

Geez.  I'd better get working on that.

Friday
Nov202009

RECIPE FOR AWKWARD #457

DO NOT grab a girl's ass at a bar....(I know, you wouldn't think he'd need a reminder, would you?)

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Sunday
Oct252009

ONLY A BEARD

Marta was a middle-aged Mexican-American woman I worked with at a restaurant during my freshman year of college. While I don’t know if I would recognize her walking down the street anymore, I remember that she had pretty skin....

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