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wordsbridgesdraw: the first thing i see when i open my eyes
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Saturday, February 7, 2009. The first thing i see when i open my eyes. My plant, undeterred by being dead, is bent and brittle . Reaching with its broken guitar string branches. To rest a caring touch on the typewriter,. Who suffers from dust and rusted keys, and has. Been lately needing frequent reassurance . That everything will be ok. Saturday, February 07, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor.
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wordsbridgesdraw: Bronze bright
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Sunday, March 1, 2009. The sky breathes lightly in the labor of snow;. An added silence from concentration on the task-. Lit with the circling energy of an unknowable . Number of flakes, now falling under the street lamp . Outside my window. Now the spitting gold . Sunday, March 01, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen?
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wordsbridgesdraw: March 2009
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Sunday, March 1, 2009. The sky breathes lightly in the labor of snow;. An added silence from concentration on the task-. Lit with the circling energy of an unknowable . Number of flakes, now falling under the street lamp . Outside my window. Now the spitting gold . Sunday, March 01, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen? I have an idea.
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wordsbridgesdraw: 3,650 days
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009. Almost every day i write a new post for this blog in my head. I talk about sad things, mostly. the sentences are short. and i try to make them poetic. The very act of writing-but-not-writing-it-down perfectly illustrates my current state of crisis:. I am stuck between being and doing. I turned twenty-four recently, which means it's been a full ten years of dealing with untreated depression and anxiety. A decade of silent, fearful things. I'm waiting to say it. still waiting.
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wordsbridgesdraw: January 2009
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Saturday, January 31, 2009. Inserting oneself into history. The Inauguration was cold. . Saturday, January 31, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag. A [Bashu]ful Brand of Humor. Come and see what i see. DC Goodwill Fashion Blog. How Did This Happen? I have an idea. Maybe together we can get somewhere. Mrs Micah: Finance for a Freelance Life. National Gallery of Art. Read, Write, Now. Sarah in the Bronx. The Girl Effect - Home.
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wordsbridgesdraw: November 2008
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Monday, November 24, 2008. Self as red wine sponge. Woke up too early this morning and the whole thing resulted in me heaving over my porcelain sink, my white and square shaped sink. And the smell of my soap which i usually like and strategically placed at each corner - made it a little worse. Poison! My legs and neck took a momentary fever, and I groaned loudly against my will. humiliating. but no one else heard, so it's fine. because why be up at five unless you're fighting evil with good? I can still ...
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wordsbridgesdraw: parents are just two of the things that make us
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Friday, February 27, 2009. Parents are just two of the things that make us. So I have rolled my tongue up snug. Beneath my teeth. Like crepes. Like campers. Curled in sleeping bags, children getting grass stains. Down a hill. Pattern of this cork that has just fallen. From the counter, wobbling, half stained with wine-. Friday, February 27, 2009. March 24, 2009 at 7:08 AM. This is a favorite. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Will be icing piped from the scissored-off tip of a small plastic bag.
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wordsbridgesdraw: October 2008
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Thursday, October 30, 2008. Here are things i don't believe ever actually work space heaters umbrellas prayer flashlights and Tylenol. here are things i have a hard time getting right brownies in the oven finding someone to make out with doing mail merges at work and getting the key to turn all the way until it clicks when i leave the house. here is something i noticed today the smell of burning dust. Thursday, October 30, 2008. Friday, October 24, 2008. A place on earth. Perfume and cigarettes cling.
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wordsbridgesdraw: April 2009
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Sunday, April 12, 2009. The things a mental illness means are. Being stronger than yourself catching. Dozens of falls splitting into two people one. Who gets it and implores the other to calm down. Breathing air when breathing air is hard to do . When something and something inside your brain or. Your mind or your bloodstream, those two somethings,. Can't connect can't work it out give up and so you have . To be the one who doesn't give up it's all up. To you to clench through dishes and showers,. Mrs Mi...
