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sink into the pacific: March 2014
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Friday, March 21, 2014. I have never pounded on a door. I have sat half way up the stairs to the landing of an apartment. The little stones pressed into the hand I sat on. I examined the skin on my knee and tried to work out plans for the morning. It was a list. Names of friends and coworkers. Distances from that stair case. The availability of a couch or floor. I had developed an ability to create long detailed lists internally and never cross any of the entries of. Links to this post. Labels: back at it.
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sink into the pacific: April 2015
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Tuesday, April 21, 2015. The smell of my feet makes me uncomfortable. I left my shoes outside of the front door of the last three apartments to not drag it in. But here it is. And I can't avoid it. You run from something long enough and eventually you forget about it. Or it catches up. I bartered with this guy I used to work with, Juan, for his back stock of those odor eating shoe inserts. I've been out for months. But back to the issue at hand. I never want to be in seventh grade again. Stacey hid there...
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sink into the pacific: Brian Cummings
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Friday, January 11, 2013. Does the smell of Kristen after your first kiss at my birthday party bring back the chill of November desert nights? Or do you hope this is the last night away from home? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 62 N Santa Rosa St. Ventura, CA 93001 661.435.3599. View my complete profile. Blogroll .is funny sounding. Whit is better than you. Bill's upside down smile. A great cook and an even better drinker. The maker of birthday greetings. This is tony, from the past. I am in a band.
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sink into the pacific: September 2012
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Friday, September 28, 2012. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 62 N Santa Rosa St. Ventura, CA 93001 661.435.3599. View my complete profile. Blogroll .is funny sounding. Whit is better than you. Bill's upside down smile. A great cook and an even better drinker. The maker of birthday greetings. This is tony, from the past. A dusty trunk full of pictures. Where i keep all of my friends. I am in a band.
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sink into the pacific: Never Not Near
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Wednesday, May 21, 2014. There is a pile of ripped up paper by his feet. Bits of popcorn that doesn't make his mouth dot the perimeter of the pile. His companion looks back towards the road they took in and squints to read the sign. His elbow brushes her arm. Ralph keeps staring forward. Why not the favorite Ralph? Why these long shots? Why do you do it to yourself? Just go with them. Ralph, go with the winner. Go with the winner.". You can't smoke in here.". Six Seventy-Two please.". I am in a band.
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sink into the pacific: December 2012
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Friday, December 28, 2012. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 62 N Santa Rosa St. Ventura, CA 93001 661.435.3599. View my complete profile. Blogroll .is funny sounding. Whit is better than you. Bill's upside down smile. A great cook and an even better drinker. The maker of birthday greetings. This is tony, from the past. A dusty trunk full of pictures. Where i keep all of my friends. I am in a band.
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sink into the pacific: September 2011
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011. 10 things about this night. That song we used to sing. About those records she all scratched. Played on my tape deck. For the first time. Since I had all those records shipped down south to someone else's she. I keep pulling out of my pockets. Scratched onto pieces of receipt from taco bell. Never feel like money but i keep holding my breath. I turned my bed into a desk. My desk into a tv stand for a coworker. My coworker into a pusher. In that they consider. I drank it warm.
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sink into the pacific: June 2012
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012. But me, I'm. Links to this post. Three the hard way. Sunday, June 03, 2012. From the heart, my heart. We laid on a couch, in that old house, and cried. We listened to Paul Baribeau and cried. The two of us went to that old bar with Bill and drank grandpa's drink because grandpa had been dead for weeks and no one told us. And we knew you were gone. And you were never coming back. We replayed the conversations from your porch; to find our missteps. We didn't find them. Where the rub...
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sink into the pacific: May 2014
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Wednesday, May 21, 2014. There is a pile of ripped up paper by his feet. Bits of popcorn that doesn't make his mouth dot the perimeter of the pile. His companion looks back towards the road they took in and squints to read the sign. His elbow brushes her arm. Ralph keeps staring forward. Why not the favorite Ralph? Why these long shots? Why do you do it to yourself? Just go with them. Ralph, go with the winner. Go with the winner.". You can't smoke in here.". Six Seventy-Two please.". Links to this post.
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sink into the pacific: Further and further
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Tuesday, April 07, 2015. Lacy cleans the windows once a week. On Thursday. One week she does the inside. The next week the outside. Except the small window in her closet. It's useless, by the way. The window, at least. She leaves the closet door closed. Except when she's getting dressed. And she makes sure her kids don't use it as a hiding place when they play hide and seek. Merry Christmas, and a happy new year.". The good new days. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
