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The People and The Words: 5.10.2010
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The People and The Words. Monday, May 10, 2010. Every morning I open my eyes. And my legs stretch across the room,. To walk them somewhere,. Anywhere but where I am. I pound my feet in to the pavement,. Push myself for miles and miles. And end up in the same place,. Licking the salt from my skin. And dreaming of wider tomorrows. I want to cut my roots. With a sharp blade,. And dig my toes in to the soil. In a place where I can. Catch the sea salt on my tongue,. Uncurl to my full height,. La vie est belle.
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The People and The Words: May 2010
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The People and The Words. Monday, May 10, 2010. Every morning I open my eyes. And my legs stretch across the room,. To walk them somewhere,. Anywhere but where I am. I pound my feet in to the pavement,. Push myself for miles and miles. And end up in the same place,. Licking the salt from my skin. And dreaming of wider tomorrows. I want to cut my roots. With a sharp blade,. And dig my toes in to the soil. In a place where I can. Catch the sea salt on my tongue,. Uncurl to my full height,. La vie est belle.
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The People and The Words: October 2010
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The People and The Words. Tuesday, October 5, 2010. This is a pretty early one (before the harder stuff began), I never really gave it a name, and I still can't think of one for it. Despite your wax paper fingers. Your kisses of dust. I long for your touch. We paint golden shapes. In dawn’s chill. Slow Sundays are my favourite:. The sun an inferno. As we sip honey in the fields. You’re preoccupied and I’m hungry. Trying to fit myself inside your empty hollows,. Are in there before me. Life is real good.
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The People and The Words: November 2010
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The People and The Words. Wednesday, November 10, 2010. A carpet of leaves;. Untying the knots in your spine -. I tell stories with the tips of my fingers. Slip into the intimate places. Between wool and naked flesh. Raw, flushed cheeks,. Hands slip into strangers' pockets,. Sharing warmth through our palms,. Secrets through our skin. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). La vie est belle. View my complete profile. Let's call it a day. Dans le monde de mes rêves. The fragrance separate to the flower.
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The People and The Words: 2.7.2011
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The People and The Words. Sunday, February 6, 2011. Fingers gently groping –. In a hole filled with pillows. Rock-bottom feels a little softer. As the mid-morning sun. Illuminates the bags under our eyes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). La vie est belle. View my complete profile. Let's call it a day. Dans le monde de mes rêves. The fragrance separate to the flower. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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The People and The Words: 11.10.2010
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The People and The Words. Wednesday, November 10, 2010. A carpet of leaves;. Untying the knots in your spine -. I tell stories with the tips of my fingers. Slip into the intimate places. Between wool and naked flesh. Raw, flushed cheeks,. Hands slip into strangers' pockets,. Sharing warmth through our palms,. Secrets through our skin. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). La vie est belle. View my complete profile. Let's call it a day. Dans le monde de mes rêves. The fragrance separate to the flower.
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The People and The Words: February 2011
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The People and The Words. Sunday, February 6, 2011. Fingers gently groping –. In a hole filled with pillows. Rock-bottom feels a little softer. As the mid-morning sun. Illuminates the bags under our eyes. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). La vie est belle. View my complete profile. Let's call it a day. Dans le monde de mes rêves. The fragrance separate to the flower. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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The People and The Words: April 2010
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The People and The Words. Sunday, April 25, 2010. Hopefully I'll be posting some new writing soon, it's been hard to be creative in the past week but I've been trying. I miss my friends. Friday, April 23, 2010. I feel like summer is off to a weird start. And I definitely haven't been feeling inspired at all. Hopefully the sun will come out and this will all change for the better. Summer, where are you? Sunday, April 18, 2010. Long days and fast nights,. Soles of our feet hardened. Our skin glimmering with.
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The People and The Words: 10.4.2010
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The People and The Words. Monday, October 4, 2010. Getting into a bed made with fresh sheets. The smell of coffee first thing in the morning. The little sliver of sun that peeks through the clouds on a gloomy day, exactly when you need it. Fall layers.scarves and sweaters and boots and comfy. Being able to sit in comfortable silence with your best friends. Developing disposable camera pictures from nights you don't remember (and the street bench screaming that follows). Life is real good. La vie est belle.
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youth anthems: que mothafuckin transa
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Monday, February 14, 2011. Yo lost my god damn yashica in Cabo. That place is a money vortex if I ever seen one. Still gotta give a big shout to the door guy at the hotel Casa Blanca as well as my new friends from San Diego (thanks for the knife! Still, I found this decent looking BYOB electro party in Tijuana (where I'm at ahorita). Let's hope there's a good ammount of peeps. Hard to top a Sonoran shithole cantina in my mexican nightlife experience. Wanted to get a fucked up guadaloupe tat in TJ but the...
