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playing in the wound: June 2008
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Playing in the wound. Sunday, June 29, 2008. Last night i was walking down 59th street with friend after purchasing two 40s and a pack of swisher sweets at the deli (you can take the girls out of brooklyn, but.). I interestingly noted that thus far on our walk not one but two expensive cars had pulled over onto the shoulder and gestured and honked at us. friend was talking, friend didn't notice. we kept walking. i didn't say anything, but thought to myself, "damn! I know, wow, i wish we could talk to her!
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playing in the wound: dreams are not realities, or why i don't listen to the dresden dolls
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Playing in the wound. Sunday, November 16, 2008. Dreams are not realities, or why i don't listen to the dresden dolls. Once upon a time i was a sweet, sensitive goth with perfect grades. That were only surpassed by a more perfect reputation. it's funny but it is completely true - i looked like bloody death but i acted like an absolute angel; it wasnt until college that i did anything even remotely morally reprehensible in the slightest (well, wait - does anal sex count? You think i'm kidding? Late at nig...
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playing in the wound
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Playing in the wound. Friday, March 6, 2009. No lights/no show/no sex/that's all you get/. No waits/no cars/no written test for what you know, oh ". In an effort to celebrate. And redouble my pursuit of. As matter in the universe. You can be sure that. I will be out there somewhere. Please consider this an invitation to my new life. I don't know how many of you i'll. If your heart is true,. Always make a place for you. Please also consider this an invitation to. Under the name of. Will do my best to.
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playing in the wound: July 2008
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Playing in the wound. Thursday, July 31, 2008. I've been mentally preparing for a weekend of strange, mind-bending fun; consequently i've been wandering around the vaults of erowid. Again for the first time in a long while. check them out if you've got an hour or two - there's something fun for everyone - promise! The mind. and this was frightening, unclear, nebulous. muddying. exactly. From the upstairs room of city lights. Today my therapist and i had an interesting discussion; we always do. Turns out ...
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playing in the wound: song with no tune
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Playing in the wound. Friday, November 21, 2008. Song with no tune. I wrote this on the 31st and disliked it so i shelved it. today i feel much more kindly disposed to it so i'm posting it after all. hmph.]. Just a sapling, i'll admit. I bend but never break. I bend with each caress. It plays on my hair. I tell each day. Building my dreams in. Lets the light in. Throw it into the fire. You're the first thing i think of in the morning. And the last at night. Who knows what rainbow dreams. I am a sapling.
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playing in the wound: September 2008
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Playing in the wound. Monday, September 29, 2008. Exhibits: pleasures from the other. A "but yeah, he knows that language is kind of a big deal to you, yes? B "i completed the typescript while i was teaching a course on foucault at the new school for social research in new york. i want to express my gratitude to my students for the inspiring discussions, and for confirming by their enthusiasm how exciting reading foucault is.". C "you know, in your little outfit. you look like a ragamuffin! On desire, I.
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playing in the wound: March 2009
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Playing in the wound. Friday, March 6, 2009. No lights/no show/no sex/that's all you get/. No waits/no cars/no written test for what you know, oh ". In an effort to celebrate. And redouble my pursuit of. As matter in the universe. You can be sure that. I will be out there somewhere. Please consider this an invitation to my new life. I don't know how many of you i'll. If your heart is true,. Always make a place for you. Please also consider this an invitation to. Under the name of. Will do my best to.
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playing in the wound: pronoun ambiguity. shotglasses and derailed trains.
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Playing in the wound. Friday, November 21, 2008. Pronoun ambiguity. shotglasses and derailed trains. Thoughts. little thoughts, wandering. wandering off the road. Nowhere is the best place but it's so hard to be found -. No one can find me anywhere. My headphones broke the other day and i was so upset! Everything goes wrong at the same time. like a smell i give off. objects know but people are too busy to pay attention; they are too busy paying attention to objects so. I got a random text from you last n...
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playing in the wound: October 2008
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Playing in the wound. Monday, October 27, 2008. After seeing an old friend after the passage of much time. I have learned some secrets. Still haven't learned to keep them but. I always tell them out of love). I have learned some secrets in my time. And i could tell you. But what would they mean? You must learn your own secrets and. Tell your own tales,. 1 you must give love to get love. 2 you must trust to feel trust. I am a problem solver; i must be not so hard on. Myself for always discussing problems.
