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Rapid Blinking: Secondhand Smoke
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A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques. To make reality more entertaining and comprehensible". Sunday, November 29, 2009. I tried to write you. A country song,. But the words kept sticking. To my chapped lips. And we both know you never really. As much as you did for cigarettes. I love this trent like love love.like the bestest kind :-). Remember how you dont write anymore? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Utah, United States. Sometimes writing is like pulling teeth. View my complete profile.
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Rapid Blinking: December 2008
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A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques. To make reality more entertaining and comprehensible". Tuesday, December 23, 2008. No Crib for His Bed. If you were born today, we'd kill you by age eight. —Jim Adkins. So God decided to wait a couple thousand years before having children. He came down sometime in March looking for a virgin. Found some chick named Mary from Massachusetts. She said she wouldn’t mind carrying His child. She went to the doctor for the first few checkups. She even bought a crib.
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Rapid Blinking: December 2007
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A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques. To make reality more entertaining and comprehensible". Tuesday, December 11, 2007. Forget December. It won't be better than I remember it before. Starving and single in the grocery store line. He’s always hungry for the holidays. Pushing the cart toward the checkstand. He looks down at his hands. To see the scars of a first date turned upside-down. It was December of '01. A blaze of red as the SUV swerved, spun, squealed. There would be no second date. Tighten...
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Rapid Blinking: July 2008
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A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques. To make reality more entertaining and comprehensible". Friday, July 25, 2008. Call me narcissistic, but these are my two new favorite websites:. And The Atlantic Monthly. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Utah, United States. Sometimes writing is like pulling teeth. View my complete profile. Poem of the Week.
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Rapid Blinking: A Good Poem is Hard to Find
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A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques. To make reality more entertaining and comprehensible". Wednesday, April 21, 2010. A Good Poem is Hard to Find. The truth is, they’re hiding everywhere. On top of refrigerators. In the back seats of old cars. Buried in litter boxes. Or the left pocket of a pair of jeans. On the back of ticket stubs. Pressed between the keratin pages of those novels. We both know I’ll never finish. I like this version. I like this. You posted something. Yay! Utah, United States.
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Rapid Blinking: Festival City, USA
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A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques. To make reality more entertaining and comprehensible". Thursday, August 7, 2008. Festival City, USA. I went to Braun Books. Above the back door—God's hand,. Reaching as I read. Spring break of '06—. A foot and a half of snow. Canyon Park is fun. But at night, the cops will come. And kick you out—RUN! Hey, it’s November. Let’s go to the Shell station. Free soda means good times. Does it count if she's a witch—. The kind that casts spells? Subway, Subway, Sub-.
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Rapid Blinking: November 2008
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A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques. To make reality more entertaining and comprehensible". Tuesday, November 18, 2008. You Killed My Gerbil. My friends look at me like I’m inhumane. When I tell them its easy to get rid of stray cats—. Shove them into a gunnysack and toss it into a river. Or when I talk about shoveling up half-digested grass from. A fat heifer after its been. Shot and gutted, each stomach hollowed out by a butcher. They cringe when I talk about the day. You killed my gerbil,.
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Transatlanticism: August 2011
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Monday, August 22, 2011. Hello my blog world friends. I need some help. I need a housemate. Like ASAP. Anyone know of anyone in Cedar looking for a place? 250 a month. Good housemates, super awesome house, um. you could live with me. Lots of other perks. I have posted on the SUU website, at the institute building, let all my friends know, google ed it, facebooked.I am not sure what else to do here. Any suggestions? If you know of anyone, please please please let me know. Find me a housemate. Quick!
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Transatlanticism: November Catharsis
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Saturday, November 9, 2013. Hello blogging world and friends and people who actually are inclined to read this, its been some minutes. Somehow it is November already, and I am not sure when that happened. Back to the truth. I have had massive feelings of indifference. With everything. I have been struggling with some very deep parts of my identity, things and traits that I once held dear. Cryptic? How do you walk away from all of that? How does that make sense? Posted by Brittni Traynor. November 11, 201...
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Rapid Blinking: February 2009
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A budding narrator's rudimentary techniques. To make reality more entertaining and comprehensible". Tuesday, February 3, 2009. When I throw it. It splatters and splashes,. I sink my feet deep into the earth. At the bottom of the river. It feels. Like clay, swallowing me until I’m. Caked-in halfway up my legs. Unable to move, I reach down and dig out a handful. Of cold, soft mud. I throw it back into the water. Its splashes create brown dots on my white T-shirt. I pass it back and forth between my hands,.
