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Ruby McCall: Remembering What Once Was
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Thursday, May 8, 2014. Remembering What Once Was. I remember when we got a flat tire on the first date. And how your dad had to pick us up in his Police car. I remember when you spent my 17th Birthday with me. And I paid for the movie tickets. I remember you vividly. I remember my old home in the desert state,. The one with no scenery, with the exception of some cacti. I remember walking home in the heat and I remember enjoying it. I remember the 15 watermelon slices that gave me a tummy ache. They don't...
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Ruby McCall: Why, oh why.
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Tuesday, June 10, 2014. Why, oh why. Oh God, things used to be so much easier. Now all I see are faces I used to recognize. And names I used to know. The grass isn't much greener on this side. Please take me back. June 11, 2014 at 4:57 PM. The grass isnt much greener on this side, take it back. July 4, 2014 at 2:04 AM. I relate to this. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Jams by gouldingfella on Grooveshark. Girl is a Greaser. You can read this if you'd like to know more. I love my cats. Why, oh why.
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Wash your hands. Use soap.: I'm not at prom.
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Wash your hands. Use soap. The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.” But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” My bones said, “Write the poem.” -Andrea Gibson. Saturday, April 19, 2014. I'm not at prom. I'm as broken as your promises and the empty light filtering through the glass. I was the third from the left and they wouldn't stop laughing at my haircut. April 20, 2014 at 3:46 PM.
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Wash your hands. Use soap.: Pickup Lines with Promised Results!
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Wash your hands. Use soap. The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.” But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” My bones said, “Write the poem.” -Andrea Gibson. Thursday, April 3, 2014. Pickup Lines with Promised Results! Your ass is round. Like the moon. You can't buy melons like those at the store. Your hands are soft. Shit Your nose. Is. Lovely. Your eyebrows are real nice. Native Ameri...
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Wash your hands. Use soap.: So maybe I should start doing the prompts.
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Wash your hands. Use soap. The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.” But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” My bones said, “Write the poem.” -Andrea Gibson. Thursday, April 3, 2014. So maybe I should start doing the prompts. I wrote those nice poems. It's short and sweet. Sometimes I feel like I have to write these long posts in order to get my points across. And now I'm pregnant.".
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Wash your hands. Use soap.: March 2014
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Wash your hands. Use soap. The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.” But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.” My bones said, “Write the poem.” -Andrea Gibson. Friday, March 28, 2014. And I said, "I'm original, I'm original, I promise.". But you pointed to the paintings hanging on the walls of the Louvre and the paintings were stuck in the reflection of my eyes. So then I show you again&#...
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Ruby McCall: March 2014
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Sunday, March 30, 2014. Man in the Moon. I wonder if the Man in the Moon is like me, or the other way around. Does he feel like I do? Does the Man way up in the sky have a soul mate? Do I even have a soul mate? There are so many questions i'd like to ask him,. I wonder if he can feel pain. I wonder if, when the astronauts landed on his surface, it hurt him just a little. I bet he tried to tell them that he didn't appreciate them standing on his face,. But they couldn't hear him. How could they have known?
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Ruby McCall: January 2014
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Wednesday, January 29, 2014. I don't want you to look at me. Never mind, look back. I'm so indecisive, that's what everyone tells me. Sorry. Look at this face, but please. Check out these scars, but never. Ask where they came from. If you really want to know, it was my cat. No, it wasn't. I lied. I don't know what to say. I'M AFRAID THAT YOU WILL JUDGE ME. Like he did,. Like they did,. But if I don't tell you, I might just implode. Explode? I'm going crazy here. Lipstick in my backpack. Like you used to.
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Ruby McCall: Jungle
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Thursday, May 8, 2014. Won't you follow me into the jungle? Won't you follow me up the steep hill of life? Down to hell,. Up to heaven,. Only to go back to hell in the end. Won't you follow me up the canyon. To gaze up at the stars we've named after the people we love? Of the people who have let us down. They probably named a couple after us. Won't you follow me into the jungle? Follow me to the end of the yellow brick road. Where we can find our way back home. Follow me to the Windy City. I love my cats.
