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citybuoy x city songs.: February 2014
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014. Was a man who couldn't understand the puzzle of life. But these. His first words. 24 different pies under 24 different skies. Oh me oh. I don't want to have no wife! All the other words are pointless. His. Were only of kindness. The busy little witches cackled and spat at. Curiosity, suspecting wicked demons at play. We've done all we. Her daughters all wept, tearing off robes and basking. Nude under the moonlight. There was no way the sundial could. He said. Oh. Things they...
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citybuoy x city songs.: December 2013
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013. It is what it is. What can I say? You chose a man with complications.". And he said this to me in one breath, as though it were that easy. My mind raced with questions. Did he love me? Would that be enough? What was I looking for? What did I expect I could get from all this? I couldn't answer any of them. I just sat there, eyes glued to the floor as the man with too many strings attached broke my heart. Do you love her? I don't know,". He said, showing me the stick he had flip...
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citybuoy x city songs.: February 2013
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Monday, February 25, 2013. Purging as a sacrament. To A Because I wrote this to let you go. To Z. Because the broken in me doesn't make you run. September 14, 2011. They say when you chop a chicken’s head off, they just keep flapping around until they die. I guess that’s how I’ve been feeling since that day we last spoke. I know you’re gone. I know my anger has consumed me. But when will I come to terms with what I lost? When will my body expire to the ground? And so begins the dance of breaking up and m...
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citybuoy x city songs.: January 2015
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Friday, January 23, 2015. On remembering the firsts. I didn’t. That. I didn’t need to fall back in love with you because. 9835;: Taylor Swift Out of the Woods (2014). I hope you all had a great New Year's! I, The Living. How i manage my own quarter life crisis. On remembering the firsts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm vulnerable. I'm vulnerable (but) I am not a robot. View my complete profile. On remembering the firsts. Other Blogs of Note. The Cat Loves Curiosity. Momel's Big Blahg of Bullshit. Below t...
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citybuoy x city songs.: February 2015
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Tuesday, February 24, 2015. On how I got over him. You draft questions laced with accusations. Where are you? Why did you go? Did you really love me? You are asking the wrong questions. Or rather you are asking the wrong person. Where did I. Why didn’t I love myself? That’s 71 ounces of I could have loved you. That’s 71 ounces of he’s not coming back. That’s 71 ounces of I don’t love you anymore. That’s 71 ounces of I choose to love myself. Thump thump. Instead. Dreams are dreams,. Will alas come true?
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citybuoy x city songs.: August 2013
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Thursday, August 8, 2013. Last year, I wished for excitement. Let’s just say I got waaaaay. More than I bargained for. All in 365 days, I unexpectedly moved out of my parents’ house, learned how to cook, had 3 jobs, got promoted and terminated within the same week, survived "funemployment", went to labor court, wrote a bunch of stories, had my blog plagiarized, met a ton of new friends, and experienced the biggest love of my life. Thank you to everybody who made all these happen. 27, KAMOWN LEZZGODODEEZ!
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citybuoy x city songs.: November 2013
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013. He hides in the closet, between sundresses and black miniskirts. He inhales through his mouth, his regular breaths sounding more like wheezes than exhales. His sweat often soaks through his shirt and the face towel beneath it. All this he endures to catch a glimpse of her naked body under the sullen moonlight. It is Wednesday, her day off, and he is all too familiar with her routine. She asks, clutching the blanket close to her chest. "Who's there? She answers, playing dumb.
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citybuoy x city songs.: hello, my name is
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Monday, February 16, 2015. Hello, my name is. So I made a couple of these over the weekend. It's a sampler with seven of my favorite stories. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to get published. Here's hoping that this is a step in the right direction. If you want a copy, please fill this. Out and I'll get in touch with you. 9835;: American Authors Best Day Of My Life (2014). I'm vulnerable. I'm vulnerable (but) I am not a robot. View my complete profile. On how I got over him. Hello, my name is.
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citybuoy x city songs.: on how I got over him
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Tuesday, February 24, 2015. On how I got over him. You draft questions laced with accusations. Where are you? Why did you go? Did you really love me? You are asking the wrong questions. Or rather you are asking the wrong person. Where did I. Why didn’t I love myself? That’s 71 ounces of I could have loved you. That’s 71 ounces of he’s not coming back. That’s 71 ounces of I don’t love you anymore. That’s 71 ounces of I choose to love myself. Thump thump. Instead. Dreams are dreams,. Will alas come true?
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citybuoy x city songs.: October 2014
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Monday, October 13, 2014. Anak, gising na,". It was hardly my first rodeo. I knew how these things went. Everywhere, people were holding hands and basking in love's ardent glow whereas I was still in my room in two-day old boxers. Maybe it's time for me to accept that it takes all sorts to run the world and as Kermit. Put it, there are lovers, there are dreamers, and then there's me. Dali na. Tanghali na…". I begged. "Masama pakiramdam ko. Mamaya mo na ako guluhin.". Sige na. Please? She pulled away at t...
