March 2012
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therapy 02
The sessions seem to trigger some viral faulty wiring in my head. I scream sometimes now when I can’t find a way to express myself. Only when I’m alone. I was asked to write the next time I feel that explosive fit that has started hitting me in waves lately. Write. I can do that, I’m good at that. I always like the talking but afterward I feel like I’ve been poking myself...
February 2012
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I feel certain that I will start a tribute band for Sophia Petrillo called “Old Lady Breaks Wind” and we’ll just play variations of “Thank You For Being A Friend”. When I say we, I mean me, because it’ll just be me, so.
You’d never know I was writer by the way I stumble and inarticulate anything that isn’t symbolic or romantic or depressing.
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“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.”
– Poppy Z. Brite
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“I think most of us go through life feeling like we just missed the boat,...”
– Pastor Randy Huett
“I don’t entirely approve of some of the things I have done, or am, or have been....”
– Elizabeth Taylor
is she pretty? pretty? what is pretty?
Recordings by NASA, they are the sounds made by...
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The perplexingly beautiful exhaustion of spending an entire day doing things that are not about me.
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