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angel's asylum: June 2008
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How do you love. Tuesday, June 24, 2008. Jeans- the paramount pinnacle of everday fashion. A pair of pants that can fit the category of grungy, sexy, casual, or chic- depending on the length, style, material or fit. chances are, sitting with a group of friends, that at least two of them will be wearing jeans. no thought goes into wearing them really- you're going out and you put them on. The issue for me when it comes to jeans is comfortability. Well, evan," you may exclaim, "comfortability is Not a word!
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angel's asylum: August 2008
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How do you love. Tuesday, August 19, 2008. Pt4 as it freezes. Eyes stared into the dark. A right hand returned, with key, to a pocket, and exchanged house keys for car keys. A body turned and legs strode down the hall. Saturday, August 16, 2008. Pt3 up and ready. He pulled himself out of the easy chair and wiped his face with both hands. Work started in half an hour. Closing both eyes, he let out a deep breath, and shuffled down the hall, through the bedroom, and into the bathroom. Seven minutes later he...
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angel's asylum: October 2008
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How do you love. Friday, October 17, 2008. It had been a blur- his arms strained against the straps and broke free of them, they had been loosely done with no expectations that this would happen. He’d waited, until the pain had subsided to a dull roar, until his skull had been sown back up, and until. It had been trapped inside his head. Looking down, he saw that the screen had been cracked, and it was a mess of red light shining through the tiny black screens. 8220;When is it set for? A warm breeze blew...
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angel's asylum: September 2008
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How do you love. Tuesday, September 30, 2008. I tap my feet, trying to read my textbook, trying to understand exactly what Wernicke’s area of the brain has to do with not being able to speak properly. Because if it does, there is. Definitely something wrong with my Wernicke’s area. Keeping my eyes down, I run my tongue over my teeth, making sure it’s still there. There must be some reason I can’t talk. There has to be a way to get some studying done. There are some things that I can’t wrap my mind ...
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angel's asylum: vive la vidés
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How do you love. Wednesday, June 17, 2009. May First, Two-thousand Nine. It was early afternoon and the sun was bright, yet she sat beneath the trees, a little before the sidewalk. There weren’t many benches along the Boulevard Saint-Michel- she sat in a wheelchair. On their chests, arms, and knees. What did she feel? Would she have marched, screamed, danced with the best of them, if she could? She sat beneath the trees, in the shade, watching. From what anyone could tell, she was alone.
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angel's asylum: birds of par[ad]is[e]
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How do you love. Sunday, May 17, 2009. April Thirtieth, Two-thousand Nine. The man’s eyes are tired, but he continues to lurch forward, making his way down the sidewalk to some unknown destination. His awkward gait attracts glances, but on such a beautiful day as this there are not many walking along the outside of the park. His day has just started, and it will not end for many hours still. May Fourth, Two-thousand Nine. The pigeons feast on the bread she throws before her, flapping their wings and stru...
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angel's asylum: August 2009
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How do you love. Friday, August 21, 2009. I cannot go on. July 28, 2008. Through the heat i trudge. Look at me, i'm raining;. Watering this dry, dry ground. With every step my strength is taken. Drawn into the dust. Which flies away; free. I cannot go on. My pursuer never stops-. Not to blink, or sleep, or breathe. Arms outstretched, he moans and moans,. Not for my death,. But that i am still escaping,. I cannot go on. I will be consumed,. Pieces of myself taken from me,. Pulled with dull teeth-.
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angel's asylum: ghosts
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How do you love. Friday, May 22, 2009. I just realized that to my grandmother, this house is full of ghosts. Not being able to remember anything, the sounds she hears from above, with Anh and her children on the upper floor, and the noises she hears from below, with me living in the basement with the radio going, are a quiet commotion that cannot be attributed to two octogenarians lying in their bed. Some phantom who stalks a path from basement to sofa then back? May 22, 2009 at 12:15 PM. Still love it&#...
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angel's asylum: April 2009
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How do you love. Wednesday, April 1, 2009. If you have ever sat beneath Nelson’s Column facing south, then I’m sure you have had the immensity of the National Gallery fill your vision; just like on any other day. However, if you had been doing the same this afternoon, and if you have been so fortunate as to have been blessed with particularly keen eyesight, something peculiar might have caught your eye. Without music anyone else could hear, to be precise. In his right hand he clutched a Walkman, the reco...
