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Breathe In Breathe Out: April 2009
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009. When it clicked it was a blur- I don't remember whose face I was looking at, whose words I was listening to, what we were even talking about, the location where our conversation was taking place. All I remember is staring at someone's face and then all of a sudden the past few weeks made some sense. . And I sit beside You. And I sit beside You. And I sit beside You. Saturday, April 25, 2009. Thursday, April 16, 2009. In fact, there are some days that I actually. I need peace of m...
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Breathe In Breathe Out: October 2009
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009. Things You Should Know. I guess I should let you know a few things. Funny, I haven't really written anything on this sucker since I got back to North Carolina in August. There's been a lot that's happened between now and then, but I am far from interested in boring anyone with a list of things. . Side (or not so side) note, I just got back from seeing Where the Wild Things Are. If you ask me, it's going to show up on " stuff white people like. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Breathe In Breathe Out: Lessons
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Sunday, November 1, 2009. I'm learning about presents, and how to receive them. Because I don't think I deserve it. Yes, she said with great excitement. We talked for a long time, throwing around the question like a raquetball. Ok, I said, I think it can be, too. Then friday night, I opened it. We were at Amelie's, and it happened over fumbling tea bags and cake crumbs and cheeks that hurt from smiling too much. I just had to realize it was for me. I'm learning about stories and how to tell them. I absol...
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Breathe In Breathe Out: Alabaster Jar
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Sunday, February 21, 2010. I do not care to talk much about the past month. But it's involved some late nights, waffle house, packing up churches, lifelines, the threshing floor, wet piano keys, the soda shop, a saturday morning date at toast, lots of coffee, a new hunger, and finally understanding alabaster boxes. I dreamed I kissed your feet. Between the cigarette butts. On the side of fourteenth street. I got down on my hands and my knees. With an alabaster jar. I dreamed I'd bleed with your praises.
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Breathe In Breathe Out: February 2010
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Sunday, February 21, 2010. I do not care to talk much about the past month. But it's involved some late nights, waffle house, packing up churches, lifelines, the threshing floor, wet piano keys, the soda shop, a saturday morning date at toast, lots of coffee, a new hunger, and finally understanding alabaster boxes. I dreamed I kissed your feet. Between the cigarette butts. On the side of fourteenth street. I got down on my hands and my knees. With an alabaster jar. I dreamed I'd bleed with your praises.
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Breathe In Breathe Out: May 2009
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Sunday, May 3, 2009. This morning I woke up from a bizzare dream to a campus-wide power outage. That didn't help the whole "bizzare dream" thing, considering that our entire hall was dark and some emergency lights were on. Also it didn't help considering that I've been having apocalyptic dreams left and right. In a drowsy daze it's nearly impossible to rationalize a simple power outage from the end of the world. . The question hangs in the air of whether to start something new or to let go of whatever it...
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Breathe In Breathe Out: August 2009
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Sunday, August 30, 2009. There's a French phrase that I like, among many that I like, that says joie de vivre-. About joy." And I think she was right. She was very right. . For now, it's all I have; it's all I need. . Wednesday, August 12, 2009. Of a dorm room. Is even possible). Whatever, man. . And "amazing" doesn't even cut it, because what's happening feels a heck of a lot better than that. . Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Nothing missing; nothing broken. View my complete profile. Say I Am You.
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Breathe In Breathe Out: July 2009
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Saturday, July 25, 2009. A few years ago the arcade games started malfunctioning. Donkey Kong mysteriously disappeared one year, the screen on Tron turned to streaks of color and static, Centipede shut off, and the sound went out on Moon Patrol. I came in this year to a game room of fully restored retro arcade games, except for the sound on Moon Patrol. Thursday, July 16, 2009. June was boredom and restlessness. I watched TV for a month. It's pretty vulnerable to say that, but it's true. . It's about a j...
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Breathe In Breathe Out: Moving
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Thursday, August 26, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Nothing missing; nothing broken. View my complete profile. Say I Am You. We Who Reflect Beauty.
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Breathe In Breathe Out: September 2009
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009. You Can't Rhumboogie in a Ball and Chain. You called the blues' loose black belly lover. And in Port Arthur they called you pig-face. They way you chugged booze straiught, without a glass,. Your brass-assed language, slingbacks with jeweled heel,. Proclaimed you no kin to their muzzled blood. No Chiclet-toothed Baptist boyfriend for you. Strung-out, street hustling showed men wouldn't buy you. One you clung to the legs of a lover, . Warm snow flanks pillowed you like a lover.
