January 2012
21 posts
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And If There Is A 'Meaning To Life' Wouldn't It...
Waking up in good moods. I never really knew that life but we were acquaintances, even though I’m forgetting the why and how. That’s an unfortunate side effect of burying your past: every year adds another layer to the grave and I just realized I dropped my cell phone in the coffin so I’m picking at memories like scabs until I hemorrhage again.
I don’t understand why but then again there are...
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And She's Not So Much A Brick House, More Like A...
She tastes like candy, purrs in my hands, melts in my mouth. A bedspread bandit, silk sheet thief of the night, small blonde beauty in a two piece; affection sold separately, some assembly required. And I don’t want to forget that face because baby its cold outside. When she bats her eyes and smiles at something she says and thinks is clever, I grow extra tongues, can’t seem to just...
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How To Get Over It, A Correspondence With My...
Dear My Girlfriends Psycho Ex Boyfriend,
Find a hobby. Write a book. Take walks. Make friends. I lose count of the women I see on the street. There are options, possibilities. Talk to the next bright eyed Jane that walks onto the bus, and if you’re the shy type go get drunk and stumble your way to what could be the best night of your life. There are so many other things you can focus on,...
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Lazy Poetry Is Lazy Pt VI
Line ‘em up line ‘em up
little glass soldiers
marching single file
down the wooden range
weapons at the ready
steady
aim
fire.
Draft chasers.
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Lazy Poetry Is Lazy Pt V
Prose
before hoes
except
after woes.
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No We Are Not Watching Fucking Nemo Again Shut Up...
Hide glassware and small objects
cover sharp edges
plastic cups plastic plates
plastic bags full of snacks
and close doors so the little ones
don’t wander.
Lots of napkins for the spills
soda juices chips soda juices dip
and a Jack Danielles
just for me
and the headache that’s to come.
Funny how party proofing your apartment feels exactly like baby proofing your apartment.
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Lazy Poetry Is Lazy Pt IV
Judge not a friend
by the frequency of words
but quality of silence.
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Ask Me How My Weekend Was And I May Just Stab You
Ex’s are women I was once in a relationship with and I hate the word like I hate morning radio; sound effects and fake pleasantries. Good morning is another; something so repeated it loses all meaning but we keep saying it anyway - only out of habit out of courtesy out of sincerity out of our minds. ‘Good morning.’ What does that even mean? ‘A pleasant time of day.’...
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Last Personal Post Ever. Maybe. Probably. I Don't...
I’ve been thinking lately, which I suppose is a sign. I’ve been thinking of purpose, of writing, of why I do it. I started this Tumblr just for the sake of the hobby - to have a nest where all the heaps of notes and scribblings of my day could incubate. But recently that hasn’t been enough. I need a reason for it all, an unfortunate side effect of growing up where suddenly the world can’t just be...
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Yeah So Even Trying To Write Happy Shit Doesn't...
It’s not love we’re really after,
just someone to appreciate
the fleeting intracacies
we think define us.
And when you first meet someone amazing
and see the magic in a text,
and feel that adventure in your heart,
because for a second you’re a kid again and
they’re full of possibilities -
enjoy it
while you can.
Chances are they’re actually horrible.
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Lazy Poetry Is Lazy Pt. II
I’m dying, he said. Look outside, she said. We all are.
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Lazy Poetry Is Lazy
And although I say I love you too really I just feel like proving you wrong.
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She Snorts When She Laughs Too And It's Gross But...
That secret in her smile, precious promise in her eyes: she is ineffable. (But there’s something between her thighs that is.) Most girls try too hard – all that mascara, and empty laughs but not her. She smelled like the beach and Sunday mornings reading poetry. It’s the way her brow wrinkles when she’s waiting to be amazed by books or good movies, the low chuckle her throat...
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“Perhaps, it is that flexible concept that defines relationships and how they...”
– Adrian Comeau
from Joey Comeau’s i am other people
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An Open Letter Since You Don't Want To Be Friends
Dear YouKnowWhoYouAre,
I won’t ask how you’re doing because I know exactly how you’d answer to a question like that from a person like me. “Oh just fine,” Even if it isn’t. And it sucks. It sucks that you won’t tell me when the coffee girl got your drink wrong, and how psyched you are about the anthropological importance of half naked men in tribal...
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Knock Boots For The Father, Twice For The Son,...
“You’re sick.” Arms folded at the door with disgust tucked behind a growl. “Congratulations, you’re the sickest fuck I’ve ever known.” And she stood there staring, waiting for a shame that would never come.
“…Well? Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” And I did, but not what she was expecting.
“This is so unexpected, I didn’t even prepare a speech.” I said standing, holding the nearby...
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But Would It Kill You To Get On Top For Once?...
I want you, bad. To measure your flesh with my hands, smear portraits all over messy bedroom floors and kitchen counters by the sink and dirty dishes we said we’d get to later because we’re young. Or maybe in the park where the mud, thick underbrush, and rain paints our bodies to cleanse the canvas until we’re innocent and impressionable again. (And I hear doing it outside is totally...
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You Only Live Once So Just Fuck Up While You Can
It was cold that night - not that it made any difference to you back then. With your first step out of the smothering embrace of a stuffy building, the cold wintry air was a stifling but liberating pang against your lungs. There was something indefinably invigorating about leaving the warm pleasantry of home into the unforgivingly bitter night at so late an hour. The tender, luminous bulbs from...
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But Anyway, Nice Shoes. You Come Here Often?
“When I list the people I find most fascinating in the world, I notice they are usually extraordinary writers or artist with some vague personal impasse in a constant war with formless phantoms across a battlefield of dyed canvases or bloody sheets of paper. I know this because there’s a sense of loneliness, regardless of endless company or love, which escorts this unprecedented and...
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Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous
A collection of short stories about the women of I’ve never slept with.
Preface: Grandma
Dear Sherry,
Did you…seriously handwrite a letter and put a “lol” in it? That makes sense over an e-mail or cellular text message but on paper it looks pretty ridiculous (and downright stupid) so as I predicted, you are ruining this pen-pal experience for me.
Congratulations.
So...
This Broadcast Is Sponsored By - Massive Fucking...
Happy new year, Tumblr. I’ve grown: as a writer and a person thanks to this site. So thank you, all of you, who take the time to read my senseless fictions. I will be starting a new project this year titled
“Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous: A Collection of Short Stories About The Women I’ve Never Slept With.”
The title is self explanatory.
I will be using actual...
