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Hello again. Call me Everett : September 2014
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Sunday, September 28, 2014. For Peach Bricks and roses. I took my first breaths in a brick home. the bricks were the color of peaches, the color of my hair as I took those first breaths, and that house was as long as our kitchen is today. In that little brick kitchen I burned myself on breakfast and in our tilted attic I remember a quilt, scrapped from violets and blues and some yellow, and it was thick. There was a water spicket that dripped into pebbles, and a hose nearby ...
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Hello again. Call me Everett : Sweeet Dreams
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Thursday, August 6, 2015. For nights when the moon is gold. Swings above our houses. Like some great alien spying on earth life. As if they didn't know how to hold hands and midnight bike. In all of the rest of the cosmos. So they were watching just us. The two of us. Posted by Everett Mills. August 6, 2015 at 2:28 PM. This gave me warm fuzzies on the inside. And happy feelings. As if they didnt know how to hold hands and midnight bike. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Hello again. Call me Everett : January 2015
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Sunday, January 11, 2015. Aren't sunsets lovely dear. Just like my dreams lately and your freckles. Lovely the way that wrinkled old man sits at the corner bench. And the stars, i think that ones venus but. I've never taken the time to learn. The way your brother never took the time to smile. I wished on a shooting star. And on every wishable time on the clock. And i never told you my wishes because. Each wish was a prayer. There just for snowshoes at midnight,. And you say ...
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Hello again. Call me Everett : November 2014
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Sunday, November 23, 2014. I hiked the mountain. I wanted to sing. I'm balancing on the edge of a giant clay bowl. And It's all about life. Its all about life its all about life its all about life its all about life its all about life its all about life its all. The only reason that woman is walking her dog is because its keeping her alive. Like why I'm siting here on this rock, my hand hurting, getting cold. I'm here because I was craving life,. So many people whose hearts ...
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Hello again. Call me Everett : Too much air.
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Thursday, July 30, 2015. It all comes back to the two of us. My name is honey. Your name is hate. And the place you hold in my heart is virtually nonexistant. Can I still love you? For all of forever I have wanted to write. The story of the person I should love, of the only person I allow myself to hate, of the shame I feel for it. But I'm terrified she would read this. And i wonder if I care. And i wonder if I should. You are blonde and enjoy rock climbing. I hate my pride.
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Hello again. Call me Everett : hey there from me. its been awhile.
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Sunday, June 21, 2015. Hey there from me. its been awhile. I thought of starting with a love poem or making a dramatic re-entrance but. Who knew coming back could be so emotional,. So naturally I'll do neither. For months i've been meaning to write down all of the posts I've thought out,. And i've had a lot of thoughts on my fingertips and haven't actually typed them out. You could say its been driving me insaaaaaaaane, so. There are a lot. Think what you want. Hey there fro...
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Hello again. Call me Everett : October 2014
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Monday, October 27, 2014. I depended on the fact that you wouldn't cave to my insults. I don't think you care to read this, but. I depended on the fact that you were stronger than I was,. Strong enough to take the beatings that knocked me down. Plus the ones i. And still walk straight. I remembered you just before I got on the plane. And I was surprised I did, because I had forgotten you were ever there. You got stronger with my steps. I looked out the window I remembered.
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Hello again. Call me Everett : December 2014
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Sunday, December 21, 2014. I'm not dead yet. That first post needed more but i. was too anxious to be free. Everett mills is still alive. Am not who you think i am,. I never have been. I've been sick of fake laughs and noise since i first learned about masks. About masks that lovely ladies wear with feathers. That wesley wore to save the princess bride. Masks worn by hyperactive kids, either so they can practice wearing lies. Oh, that one's not mine". Real men don't hide".
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Hello again. Call me Everett : July 2015
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Thursday, July 30, 2015. It all comes back to the two of us. My name is honey. Your name is hate. And the place you hold in my heart is virtually nonexistant. Can I still love you? For all of forever I have wanted to write. The story of the person I should love, of the only person I allow myself to hate, of the shame I feel for it. But I'm terrified she would read this. And i wonder if I care. And i wonder if I should. You are blonde and enjoy rock climbing. I hate my pride.
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Hello again. Call me Everett : August 2014
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Sunday, August 31, 2014. This is how i Think an introduction. I wrote a song once, and I painted it green. Hello, I said. My name is Everett Mills. And Everett Mills asked me a question. I asked. The question? I couldn’t hear. But I heard the answer, and wrote it down. On my hand, and in blue sharpie that bled crimson through this screen. But it served its purpose:. I, i thought, am everett mills. I am Everett Mills, and I boast life. Are you still there? And if I told you I...
