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No Preservatives: April 2005
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005. Through the mist a looming figure,. Creation of god, most awesome giver,. Chilled as a cocktail,. All hands on deck,. The engine's about to fail. The waters calm before,. Now scream thiundering in fear,. Off wreckage interrupting their silky surface,. And metal shards in what once was clear. The waters with their surface black and foamy,. Watch as the mighty monster. Immersed in waters, that now seem loamy,. Tears apart this insolent intruder. Death's a mercy,. And what do you ...
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No Preservatives: July 2006
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Thursday, July 13, 2006. The parts in bold. Are those already given to me, and those that aren't in bold are what I've added! Anakreon, sixth century B.C.). A marriage of sorts. July 11, 2006. Sleepless, insomniac, she lies beside me,. Snoring all [nig]ht long. I turn to see,. Her open-mouthed dreams, she sighs. Disgust, a sick mélange,. I shudder my repulse, was I ever in love? And hating, such a fine line. The Greek chapel seen,. The beginning of this shitty life. And prayers for inertia of love. Honey...
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No Preservatives: March 2005
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005. I fall asleep, and begin to snore. I begin to read, to take down notes. Stuck in this prison of wood, ink and paper. Boredom sleepiness hunger and more. I eat, I hog, three chocolates and a wafer. I fall asleep, and initiate a snore. Maps stuck up around me. How I want to tear them down. Burn my books and study no more. Watch these printed pages turn brown. My rear, I fear is stuck to my chair. I cannot move, this isn’t fair. Tangles and knots inhabit my hair. I didn’t get to rid...
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No Preservatives: August 2006
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006. Lines and waves,. I am diseased by your blood. Abrupt and blurry,. Seep into my skin my slow demise,. Beckon to me my intimate revival. Posted by Sucheta @ 3:22 AM. Tuesday, August 01, 2006. This interview was one of the final projects of the creative writing course that I had done, and it is in fact an approximation of an interview. By this I mean that I've recorded my experience of taking the interview instead of conforming to the usual conventions of an interview. I didn't ...
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No Preservatives: February 2005
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Friday, February 18, 2005. Barren here lays this hostile land,. Few were who survived. Last was the blow of winter’s hand,. As harsh winds blew through time. It raged they say ’twas furious,. The livid night of last cold. Mourn for who were curious,. Who slipped into winter’s hold. No more is her reign here,. The dark, lethal lady of storm. Mortals live, now no fear. The bright one takes her form. She burns with radiance,. Swiftly lit, so bright is everything. Beauty, life and end to winter.
