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St.Eazy: August 2015
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Thursday, August 13, 2015. Let me set the scene:. It's a Saturday evening in San Francisco, CA. I am heading back to the East Bay after dinner with my girlfriend and her Aunt at a family-managed restaurant on Pier 39. In order to balance myself, I have to hold a bar right in front of an older man standing in the front-left of me. I say, "thank you." and he replies softly after a slight hesitation, "you're welcome.". And makes it hard for him to continue his behavior. He moves away from me. I felt mad....
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St.Eazy: Laundry Service
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Wednesday, March 12, 2014. I was at a friend's house recently, and he was dreading doing laundry. He confided to me that he just hates. And the child's hands would search out a new piece of clothing to fold ever so slowly, all the while eyes glued to the precious shapes of light emitted from the television. I prattled on for some time, and then my mind was deposited into a scene from many years ago:. March 14, 2014 at 5:42 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Everett. Patterson.
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St.Eazy: To the Intended: Never Received
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Sunday, January 4, 2015. To the Intended: Never Received. Originally composed on November 20th, 2014:. I don’t know who I am anymore, I started much too young. Presumptuous, egotistical, my lifetime story sung. I stop and start, question and feel completely valid. It’s confusing and exhilarating, terrifying, pallid. I devote my days to strangers and my evenings to friends. The night hours are for lovers, to warm from chill winds. We choose solitary partners, then fret and worry over our choice. To the In...
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St.Eazy: November 2013
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013. His name is "Spike" the hardware-man said as he rang me up on his till. He had speared his friend, a fellow succulent only that morning as well. Spike was a cactus I saw on the street while I contemplated buying shoes. I knew he was mine when my eyes laid on him, I knew together we'd never lose. And so I carried him on the bus, from Haight to downtown SF. From there I took him into a coffee shop, and hid him under the desk. I said more than once, "I'm holding a cactus! I was m...
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St.Eazy: June 2014
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Thursday, June 26, 2014. Isn't it weird when you just know that someone is talking to you? Even when you are asleep, just a voice guided in your direction (not even your name) is enough to pull you from your slumber. My brother threw the ball over the fence, can you get it for us? I rolled over, and stood up, my hair between wet and dry, my bangs sticking up in all directions. As I walked towards the side yard, I pulled the hair together with my hands and twisted it on top of my head. Tryin'." I said.
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St.Eazy: March 2014
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Wednesday, March 12, 2014. I was at a friend's house recently, and he was dreading doing laundry. He confided to me that he just hates. And the child's hands would search out a new piece of clothing to fold ever so slowly, all the while eyes glued to the precious shapes of light emitted from the television. I prattled on for some time, and then my mind was deposited into a scene from many years ago:. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Everett. Patterson. View my complete profile.
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St.Eazy: May 2013
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Saturday, May 18, 2013. Growing up, there were a lot of rules in the Harrison household. We could only eat “cold” cereal on the weekends, and even then only before 9am (a tactic my parents used to get us out of bed on the weekends), there was absolutely no TV allowed during the week, and only a specific allotment of time for TV on Friday and Saturday nights. We were only allowed to play on the computer or play video games for an hour a day, and of course only after our homework was completed. We would gr...
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St.Eazy: July 2014
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Saturday, July 26, 2014. In this sense, if one soul was meant for another, it was meant for a myriad, and while it can love one wholly and truly, it has the ability to love many. One soul is meant for another in a moment, in a location, in a lifetime. We don't choose who we love. Hundreds of soul bits and fragments that have experienced life and love many times choose that for us. Trust your soul. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Everett. Patterson. View my complete profile.
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St.Eazy: August 2013
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013. I came to this city when I was still young—just ten eight. That first year was rough, determining my fate. But as the days swiftly passed, Portland softened the edges. I danced in her streets, was schooled amid green hedges. I commuted to obligations through puddle and rain. When I looked up at her gray skies, my happiness unfeigned. I worked for years in an office of pure magic. They plied me with treats and laughs, leaving was tragic. I know this city, she is my home. I turn...
