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Hello, | The Snuffler
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February 2, 2009. And I’m glad I’ve met you? People know I like the Great Gatsby, it fits my porcelain head like one luminous yellow fish. I want a little energy to read swimmingly but reading is a lonely activity and I’m happy for company in strangers. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald. One Response to “Hello,”. February 4, 2009 at 12:32 pm. Hi, I heard sthg random when I was at the clinic, so I shall tell you abt it now, here! 5 year old cute boy:. Cute boy: just like people? Thinking of you babe.
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The lines on my palms worry fathers and all good men | The Snuffler
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The lines on my palms worry fathers and all good men. February 7, 2009. Posted in I get older, too. The heart is a pulpy substance. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. I get older, too.
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we have no way of knowing how to pass the months | The Snuffler
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We have no way of knowing how to pass the months. February 22, 2009. What i really want is a portion of the past to have never ended. but that’s not possible and i dislike sitting around waiting for things to sort themselves out. In the mind the future is always infinitely better because of its possibilities. But i guess sometimes i forget there’s still a lot of effort between where i am now and an unblemished future. I don’t really know how to describe it. Posted in The heart is a pulpy substance.
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January | 2009 | The Snuffler
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January 31, 2009. This is a memory. Let’s not stray, put the facts as they are. So! The memory is not about this boy. The heart is a pulpy substance. Thanks for the romance. January 30, 2009. 8220;What makes you think I won’t fart and ruin everything? 8220;Cause you fart nothing but perfectly-formed bacon.”. January 29, 2009. I can do without your stalking. 8221; you asked, and I was oddly touched again at the unloving, unspecified way you have of caring. I don’t miss you. Like a Velvet Glove Cast in Iron.
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the reading at present | The Snuffler
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The reading at present. February 10, 2009. 8220;You always think of the consequences. You’ve got 5 different escape routes before you’ve even started. Before getting into anything you’re all, ‘Oh if it goes well it goes well, and if it doesn’t I get hurt, fine I get hurt.’ You don’t let yourself go.”. Stunned by the accuracy. I mean, I consider what could happen.”. So… What now? Force nothing, try nothing, give without thinking? Wake up everyday and think of you only by accident? I held myself together s...
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Thanks for the romance | The Snuffler
https://dawnathon.wordpress.com/2009/01/30/thanks-for-the-romance
Thanks for the romance. January 30, 2009. 8220;What makes you think I won’t fart and ruin everything? 8220;Cause you fart nothing but perfectly-formed bacon.”. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Blog at WordPress.com.
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just | The Snuffler
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February 8, 2009. When you walked instead of scuttling, you dreamt of love–. You took those photos with affection, so that I looked at her and loved her in the most ordinary of settings, plain grass, no makeup, her unvarnished eyes that regarded your lens as if it were you. Did you dream of maybes or were you respecting what already was, when you looked at me before I lost my shoe and shut the car door? Posted in The heart is a pulpy substance. One Response to “just”. February 8, 2009 at 8:17 am.
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hothouse flowers | The Snuffler
https://dawnathon.wordpress.com/2009/01/31/hothouse-flowers
January 31, 2009. This is a memory. Let’s not stray, put the facts as they are. So! The memory is not about this boy. The heart is a pulpy substance. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Those of Us Who Think We Know | The Snuffler
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Those of Us Who Think We Know. February 16, 2009. Those of us who think we know. Are silent together most of the time,. For us there is eloquence. In desire, and for a while. When in love and exhausted. It’s enough to nod like shy horses. And come together in a quiet ceremony of tongues. It’s in disappointment we look for words. The spaces between the stars are nothing. To worry about,. It’s when those secrets burst. In that emptiness between our hearts. And the lumps in our throats. And the words we find.
