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A Bag Of Kittens: November 2010
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010. Funeral For a One-Sided Friendship. Don't believe what you hear. Or what you see. The sea lies next to me. And I lie next to it. But we don't speak. We let the clouds, the foam. I am a mess. The stress of fixing my blank gaze. For hours at a time. In a direct straight line. On that empty space. Where your big black eyes. Used to stare back at mine. Has taken its toll. On my inner peace. It's autumn where I roam. But it's winter deep inside. I've been thinking about you lately.
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A Bag Of Kittens: August 2008
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Thursday, August 14, 2008. I have read your entire body with the tip of my finger. What I couldn't touch I have imagined. The parts I memorized, I can recite by heart, line by line. At a moment's notice. I've drawn your silhouette with the tip of my tongue. The joys I've never felt before, I have experienced. The shapes I recognized, I've kept inside a heart-shaped box. Under my soul-shaped pillow. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Other Blogs By Alberto Ruiz. Diary Of A Process Junkie. Art Books and Things.
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A Bag Of Kittens: Elle
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Saturday, November 6, 2010. Is not like anybody. But similar and familiar. Not unlike the dimple. On the dark side. Of the moon,. The one we sat on. When we got drunk. On each other's words. Like a hundred suns. But half as abrasive. And twice as decisive. The width and depth. Of her open wound,. Standing on one leg. At the hasty decision. To ignore the matter. And slam-shut the issue. A short time later. Time and time again. On the remaining scar tissue. Loud voices, grunts and hisses. Of my tired eyes.
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A Bag Of Kittens: July 2008
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Monday, July 21, 2008. Ode To Social Networking. The throat shuts closed. In the midst of crying. One eye winking at him. In the act of lying. The vinyl rose forever blooms. As it remains forever dying. Trying as you might. To justly justify your deeds. You can't bring yourself. One hand upon your shoulder. One deep inside your pocket. The ego lets go. You're nothing but a human puppet. Ding-dong, strings strung. One leg in the grave. One leg on the floor. Saturday, July 12, 2008. To make up for loss of ...
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A Bag Of Kittens: January 2009
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Friday, January 2, 2009. I was born at 3;45 on a hot Thursday afternoon. Not an ordinary day by reasonable means. A rattlesnake crawled from under my bed. My mother got scared , she panicked, she flinched. She knocked the crib over, she jumped out of her skin. Twist of fate, luck of the draw, roll of the dice, accident. You name it and I will change its name to destiny. My head hit the cold cement but God was present. She spoke in tongues with a heavy accent. Or even worse . . . Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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A Bag Of Kittens: just In Case
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Sunday, April 10, 2011. I believe in Love. And I believe in Art. People are either worth it. Or they are not. Just as simple as that. I don't believe in religion. I don't believe in money. I don't believe in contests. I don't believe in gimmicks. Less I can pull them off). I don't believe in sports. I don't believe in lottery. I don't believe in luck. You write your own damn story. Life is not a competition. Art is not a fucking game. Love is not a fucking joke. I believe in pain. I believe in sex.
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A Bag Of Kittens: True Romance
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010. What does Love mean to you? I asked you first! You don't know, do you? This isn't a competition. You have brains and genitals. So what else is new? So does everyone else. Perhaps not as fast as yours. Or as pragmatic or as pretty. You had to show me. But it's not your fault. I wanted just to Love. But you want me to Fuck. I wanted to show you. Is what I understand. Is what I feel. I can't explain it. I wanted to teach you. I wanted to let you know. What I thought Love was.
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A Bag Of Kittens: April 2011
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Sunday, April 10, 2011. I believe in Love. And I believe in Art. People are either worth it. Or they are not. Just as simple as that. I don't believe in religion. I don't believe in money. I don't believe in contests. I don't believe in gimmicks. Less I can pull them off). I don't believe in sports. I don't believe in lottery. I don't believe in luck. You write your own damn story. Life is not a competition. Art is not a fucking game. Love is not a fucking joke. I believe in pain. I believe in sex.
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A Bag Of Kittens: September 2010
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010. The Sweetest Mistake I've Never Made. You breathed your open soul into a a see-thru plastic bag. And I dove hopelessly and willfully into your throbbing mouth. Before you said a word edgewise to me, in fact. Before you shot your wet dream to the center of my south. Me and my old beating friend had a "face to face". Then I went ahead and broke it into itty, bitty little pieces. To save you the trouble of doing it yourself, I guess. Tuesday, September 7, 2010. She Said, He Said.
