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Selective Narcoleptic: June 2010
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It felt as if my brain were somehow smaller. Like there were some things I just couldn't access. But thoughts began to pierce through. It was a time both numb. Posted by Libby H. Sometimes when I'm at work I have these moments. Little thoughts that I felt needed to be documented so they could be remembered and perhaps expanded upon later. So I print out strips of receipt tape and get them illegibly scrabbled down. So, Here are a few of them. The bees look to be in so much pain when they die. I know exact...
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Selective Narcoleptic: Things I Fear: My Children
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Things I Fear: My Children. With the end of children's shows like Mr. Rogers. And the onset of the chaos that is The Wiggles. I fear that one day. My children will be better at making fruit salad. Posted by Libby H. Marks&Spencer Cashmere Sweater Remix. Hyperbole and a Half. Singing through the silence. Give it to me. Words of the Firefly Thief. View my complete profile. The Mafia and Bobcats. Things I Fear: My Children. Things I Fear: Future. Designed by FTL Wordpress Themes.
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Selective Narcoleptic: The Hats We Wear
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The Hats We Wear. We have this old trucker hat that floats around my house. And clashing with our decor. But it has a great story behind it. We used to live in a Navy town. And so many grew up fatherless out of necessity. My grandparents came to visit one summer. And my neighbor's husband was on duty. She was nine months pregnant and my mom was supposed to bring her to the hospital when she got the call. My mom was away when we received the call. To the hospital to give birth. Posted by Libby H.
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Selective Narcoleptic: The Mafia and Bobcats
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The Mafia and Bobcats. Sales are down today. Slow moments and I'm standing there near the counter. Meticulously sweeping perma-dirt out of the old cracked wood floor. And Steven walks up. A Few Notes About Steven -. 1 He mumbles something fierce. 2 He always sounds like laughing, even when he's serious. 3 He uses many profanities (not applicable to this story, only a little to the next). And Steve walks up holding a bottle of ammonia. Isn't this what the mob uses? And he stares at me. And I stare at him.
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Selective Narcoleptic: December 2009
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It would be great. Right now I'm listening to some Sufjan Stevens. There are few things I love more than sitting sideways on the chair in my living room and listening to his wistful tunes. Every time it only solidifies my wish for a banjo. Then I could be melancholy like Sufjan. How awesome would that be? One last thing: Wistful is the word Mrs. Knol gave me. I like it. Posted by Libby H. Sometimes I write poems that don't match my feelings. But there are worse things. Joy is a subtle thing. And I hate w...
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Selective Narcoleptic: July 2010
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The Mafia and Bobcats. Sales are down today. Slow moments and I'm standing there near the counter. Meticulously sweeping perma-dirt out of the old cracked wood floor. And Steven walks up. A Few Notes About Steven -. 1 He mumbles something fierce. 2 He always sounds like laughing, even when he's serious. 3 He uses many profanities (not applicable to this story, only a little to the next). And Steve walks up holding a bottle of ammonia. Isn't this what the mob uses? And he stares at me. And I stare at him.
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Words of a Firefly Thief: February 2011
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Words of a Firefly Thief. Thursday, February 24, 2011. Shadow of Who You Were Once. There once was a love story here. I pick up the shards of where you smashed it. It has been two years now since you have been alone,. One has moved on. After a long pause. The other floats with no direction. How many scars the two of you have given each other. I was there for the push and tugs of new beginnings. And the breakup over the phone. What have you become? I, who was once dear to you both, wonder. It has become v...
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Words of a Firefly Thief: November 2010
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Words of a Firefly Thief. Sunday, November 28, 2010. My Wish For You. I hope your life rolls satisfyingly. I hope your name never is a stranger to my mouth. I hope you can still look out at the world as true as you currently do. The smile we share captures the purest element of friendship. People around you feel safe. That they might one day give you what you have given so many. Thursday, November 25, 2010. Kindred Spirits where art tho? I tire of the exhausting process of trusting people. And plunge it ...
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Words of a Firefly Thief: Fri (no end)
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Words of a Firefly Thief. Thursday, October 20, 2011. We yearn for closeness, camaraderie, bushles of laughs. We think we will get this from men,. Yet they never can give that dressed up glee. Of sharing dresses and secrets. Of never being overcome by lusty love. Thinking they have it,. But I sometimes wonder. If we are all wandering in the dark. And holding our own hands. Just to make sure that our hands do not feel lonely. Reach out your hand to me. And if you happen to be bald I don't really care).
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Words of a Firefly Thief: Thats our kind of love
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Words of a Firefly Thief. Saturday, August 20, 2011. Thats our kind of love. October 17, 2011 at 8:01 AM. This is a beautiful expression of love, I can really identify with it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How to Turn Your Front Porch Into A Relaxing Sanctuary. To put it simply, a swing bed is essentially a bed frame suspended above the ground by chains or ropes mounted on the ceiling. The mattress casings of the. View my complete profile. Thats our kind of love.
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