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July | 2009 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for July, 2009. The Language of Leaving. On July 26, 2009 by Kate Michele. Four trash bags of clothes. One trunk of childhood memories. A couch that he always made his bed. A television she sacrificed. A later from his lips. No emotions no goodbyes. No explanations no hugs. Only a later from a sea of empty promises. An eternity to her not enough to change for him. She watches him pull away. Little arms holding tight to her. Little voice in her ear. The anger cha...
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One Week Right: agosto 2011
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Letras que forman microrrelatos, palabras que forman relatos, frases que forman textos. El azar, rellenando este hueco. Miércoles, 24 de agosto de 2011. Fotos en un cajón. Comprarse un ordenador nuevo, cuando no se es un tipo organizado, supone un trabajo extra. Supone recorrerse los sitios donde uno tiene datos dispersos y agruparlos. Al menos supone eso si uno se plantea, de una vez por todas, dejar de vivir en el caos digital. Cuestión cuarta: la cantidad de fotos absurdas que guardo por no borrarlas.
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One Week Right: abril 2011
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Letras que forman microrrelatos, palabras que forman relatos, frases que forman textos. El azar, rellenando este hueco. Jueves, 21 de abril de 2011. El caso es que estamos en mitad de semana santa y, un año más, estoy trabajando. Por suerte, por desgracia, este año sí me hubiera gustado no tener que estar aquí. Qué le vamos a hacer. De Pep no comentaré nada, jijijiji. 4/21/2011 04:43:00 p. m. Enlaces a esta entrada. Jueves, 14 de abril de 2011. Otras, en cambio, acaban sin más. Sin pena, ni gloria, c...
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One Week Right: marzo 2011
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Letras que forman microrrelatos, palabras que forman relatos, frases que forman textos. El azar, rellenando este hueco. Martes, 29 de marzo de 2011. Sabes porqué te hablo siempre entre susurros? Se que después de eso me mirarás, esperando que siga con lo que te decía antes. No podré; se habrá perdido entre tus labios, mis labios, se habrá ido lejos de mi mente. Yo te miraré, sin saber que decir, sin saber qué decía, y empezaré a contarte una historia distinta, bajito, entre susurros. Así que desde aquí, ...
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Princess Sarcasma: 12/01/2007 - 01/01/2008
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RIDICULOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EVERY DAMN THING ON THE PLANET. Sunday, December 02, 2007. So I'm driving over the James Robertson Pkwy. Bridge today, and look over to my right: I. See the stadium, the game is going on, and. There is a man standing on the bridge,. Watching the game. well he can't actually. See the field, but from that spot,you can see. The giant video screen on the far side of the. Stadium. I burst into tears when I saw this. Why, you ask? Because here was this man, taking the. Change, Part II.
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Princess Sarcasma: Change, Part II
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RIDICULOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EVERY DAMN THING ON THE PLANET. Sunday, December 02, 2007. Change, Part II. Here is what is really bothering me,. Aside from my seeming inability to be hired,. And the stress of having no financial stability:. For the past several months, I have the same. Exact feeling I had during 1997-98, the time. When my OCD was at its worst. I felt then, as I. Do now, that nothing would ever change,. That I was stuck in the exact place I was in,. That I would never get out of that place.
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Princess Sarcasma: Waste of a Naked Girl
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RIDICULOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EVERY DAMN THING ON THE PLANET. Wednesday, October 24, 2007. Waste of a Naked Girl. Just a little excerpt from my memoir. 8220;Waste of a Naked Girl”. When I think of it, of our naked bodies lying together. On the bed in his apartment, right across the way from. My own, it is far away. It was another lifetime. Afternoons and beers and long nights and his hands on. My body. that could not have been me, there is. Disparity between me and her. Me and her; different. Thanks M. ...
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Princess Sarcasma: The Church of Ben Harper
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RIDICULOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EVERY DAMN THING ON THE PLANET. Friday, September 14, 2007. The Church of Ben Harper. This past Wednesday night, I had the thrill of. Seeing Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals for a. 2nd time at the Ryman Auditorium. Seeing a show at. The Ryman is an intimate and joyous affair, made. Even more so by the beautiful, soulful voice of. BH Now, I'm no church-goer, as many of my friends. Know, but I love seeing shows at the Ryman: the old. But not preachy, not overbearing about it.
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Princess Sarcasma: Suicide and Mayonnaise
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RIDICULOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EVERY DAMN THING ON THE PLANET. Monday, September 10, 2007. So there are two things on my mind I need to. Rant about a bit: suicide and mayonnaise. Two separate issues of course. So over the weekend, I found out that a cousin. Of mine had shot himself, an apparent suicide. I was not close to this cousin, we did not grow. Up together or anything but it is disturbing to. Hear of a suicide in your own family. And this. Event has triggered in me two things: one being. Attached to h...
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May | 2010 | One Last Lyric
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Archive for May, 2010. On May 27, 2010 by Kate Michele. Isn’t this just what its all about. Pink parts spreading for attention. Crying for what you know you deserve. Addicted to the abuse. Spinning bad motives into. Falling for the lies of love as hard ons. Only keeps you for what you can do for him. Don’t we all only keep others for what they can give. Might as well walk naked so they can look. Right at all the curves and delicate skin that will be sacrificed. These wo...