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Sleep SpeedTopsy-turvy lethargy between cold blankets sets time eyeing my one- thirty AM boyish dreams and Gandhi self-pitySleep Speed
with all the travail I allow myself, betting on tomorrow while debting myself for you.
Tomorrow! With wedding bells, far-gotten kin, and spins down New York streets I’ve never seen; we steal kisses under lonely stars and
The sun slips between red eyelids. I’ll lay yawning later- now it’s time to sleep-speed, I forgot to give you the ring.
Southern Gutters Ch. 1We don’t watch television in this town; we peel oranges and find God floating in the remaining puddle stretched down the side of an overturned moonshine-mason jar. It was a sweaty hot summer, the sun patrolled our lives; slowing us until we couldn’t bear to escape. I was on the cell phone talking to this gone chick I knew. She never hit the snooze button, a straight-A slammer, and was old enough to buy the beer. My friends were sitting on the porch (I’d call them all my friends but I’d be lying- I hated one of them).Southern Gutters Ch. 1
The beer was as good as ours and I sprinted to the swarm of friends moving, talking, and playing on the porch. The
Baldwin Battleline.Baldwin Battleline
My fingers hit ivory keys across the cherry wood skinned Baldwin producing airy notes. Chardonnay and cigar clouds masked the unsettling bomb debris that fled through the old windows which were holes blown away.
Smiles were somber, customers and servers did not wait for dinner to end or to head home through battle line streets. Circling tables; the families were singing, drowning out the artillery firing and neighbor's screams from outside.
I then stopped my sonata to drink a warm glass of Reim's best merlot. A small child on my side asked if I'd
SheerA polished glass whisper, rushing from the tongue in smooth grains of white sand.Sheer
The hiss of waterspray from barely parted lips buffers the word's soft edges to luminesence.
A bare pause, unempty with near-silence, a hint of feather-light contact.
Finally spread so thin, the descent of a water bead on transparent threads, catching light as it diminishes.
not been up to much. drugs and the like.
how bout you
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when she walked, her knees cracked like a pick-up truck driving full-force over a deer carcass.
~stupidvagina
get back.
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WRITE MOTHERFUCKER
I've been delving into prose as of lately, as I'm getting back into the habit of reading and writing. These two caught my eye and I need to pimp them.
Vodkagina - [link] - by
"Once..." - [link] - by
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
where ya been and
what's new?
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when she walked, her knees cracked like a pick-up truck driving full-force over a deer carcass.
~stupidvagina
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Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
I got nuttin'
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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