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burning-moon: October 2006
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Monday, October 30, 2006. I have final exams! One tomorrow and another next week. I'm so anxious I can hardly stay in the same room with myself, let alone sit down and study my work. Pray for me. I need all the help I can get! Posted by burning moon at 1:53 PM. Thursday, October 19, 2006. Posted by burning moon at 1:43 AM. Tuesday, October 17, 2006. How you'd cut the land -. Deep into gold -. Like the rush in Otago. Yielding such bright yellow -. As if sun could rise. From their gutted marrow. We travel ...
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burning-moon: June 2006
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Sunday, June 25, 2006. My head has muddled itself. Categories/ cities/ regional authorities. I have a willy where a penis. I wander through rooms. Like a vague spectre. And wish I could become. But alcohol makes me sick and drugs. Are so bad for you. I'll drink too much coffee today. And eat chocolate, then complain. I have thought of suicide but then. Who would comfort my baby. When he cries in the night,. And who would open my purse. When my son needs to borrow $20? I am taking in air. In an oxygen bowl.
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burning-moon: April 2006
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Sunday, April 30, 2006. This is so exactly me, lol. You Are Teal Green. You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you. Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible. While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks. Your warm personality nicely counteracts and strange habits you may have. What Color Green Are You? Posted by burning moon at 3:46 PM. The final wedge is driven. Up beneath my breastbone. And kiss ...
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burning-moon: August 2006
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Monday, August 28, 2006. The theory of relativity. I am a year of light from the sun away. And older than the wrinkles on rocks. I don’t understand what you mean. Though we are the same age,. You are a seed pod of green. To my sun-gold leaves. Is like discussing Shakespeare. You think the rain has no choice. But to fall upon the ground. I know it falls. To stop the flowers dying. You think there’s a prize. At the end of the rainbow. I know there is a step into God’s eye. I’m so tired of nursery things,.
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burning-moon: September 2006
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Saturday, September 30, 2006. The night runs her wild honey over me. Pressed up against my back,. Pawed along thigh,. Ballooned above me in sweet crustations,. Sparkling breath engorged between us. An amber moon floats sticky cells. Where darkness dips and ripples. We are soft together, she and she,. Tasting edges of sugar,. Spinning our trihedral forms to floss -. Filaments of night and light. Posted by burning moon at 5:48 PM. Wednesday, September 27, 2006. Some interesting submission calls on this page.
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burning-moon: July 2006
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Sunday, July 30, 2006. See emeralds dance in her mind,. The lewd way they wink in the light,. How her hands travel, so far -. All the way -. Over the planes of his back,. Grasp the lift and curve of muscle. How her tongue is cocked to fire. A tryst of skin. See her ruby teeth,. How they glitter in the night kitchen. As she turns to go. She's left a lamb cutlet,. New potatoes in fresh chopped mint,. And the other half of her cab Merlot. The baby dozes,. Rocked by her red breath lullaby. Into an a cappella.
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burning-moon: May 2006
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Monday, May 29, 2006. I'm looking out the window as the blade. Of a hawk's wing slices the blue,. Wondering if I will learn. The secret of gliding on updrafts. Before I dissolve into streams of cells,. Dispersing pink haze as they rise. Posted by burning moon at 4:57 PM. Sunday, May 28, 2006. With eebroos and hortsnoggle. He has released wild language in me. Brewed from source it gurgles up through fissures,. Elemental but cobbled, like wooden teeth. In a bracket of mouth. Though we have no ears, still.
