January 2011
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tongue in cheek
Been stabbed in the back More times than I care to know Human pin cushion
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The thing I wish I could communicate about depression is that you don’t wish for it and you can’t wish it away. People who are not themselves prone to depression think it’s kind of like being in a bad mood and they’ll say well-intentioned things like “Hey, cheer up!” or “You should watch a funny movie!” that are appreciated but missing the point. ...
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you are more beautiful than words can sufficiently describe…. you mean more to me than i’ll allow myself to articulate…. not having you in my arms in any given moment is my life’s biggest regret and i live with it constantly… when i’m sad, that’s why
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I am made tired With eyelids growing heavy By talking and talking And never hearing back My heart longs for the kind of trust That contentedly sighs “Alright” When I whisper “It’s fine, angel love” “Everything will be fine”
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In the movements of your pen-stroke, I feel a beautiful, feminine fluidity. Your lines are kinetic and convey a lovely motion, like waves lapping at a moonstruck beach. You defy stagnancy. Your art vibrates and breathes and lives. It is wholly organic, as if a flower plucked out of the soil or a network of dividing tree roots, drinking earth and water as it grows. Intricate patterns and...
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I feel as if I had lived this before. Not in recent memory but in the recesses of my mind and my heart, in the ancient corridors where life bloomed before I was ever born, as old as time itself, I feel a lingering sensation that tells me that none of this is new. My conscious mind knows only obvious things, tangible things, but my forever-mind reaches back through eons and touches its smoky...
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I dreamt I went to an irreligious atheist palm reader. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure how she wound up doing that but that’s a dream for you. I gave her my palm and she looked at it and said, “This is a big ol’ crease and here’s a vein and I think you need some lotion,” and then she charged me.
(This is not a Steven Wright joke. Real dream.)
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Writing exercise: Sensory observations
I hear the clacking of my keyboard, the final guitar chords of a punk rock song ending and droning, a neighbor’s small dog barking like the shrill squeaks of a rubber ducky being squeezed but at twenty times the volume.
I feel the familiar and comforting sensation of keys underneath my fingers, the heaviness of my eyelids drawing themselves closed...
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Animal noises spat through clenched teeth Hot, acidic ocean of colors and sounds Wailing and shrieking and piercing into hearts Words casting bright, white light And anger and heartache and directionless passion Take on new dimensions, new vitality More tangible and audible and true than ever Spending frustration, numbing jangled nerves Heightening a sense of togetherness And personal...