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BELLES-LETTRES: Exemption From Meaning
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August 27, 2013. Again In dreams [ les rêves. Even then it is unrelenting, because I had thought you knew the lines I was reading; and again today. It is disheartening to see what you once thought were 'inexplicables' now so reduced in self-loathe, lost in translation from nerve endings to manufactured speech, so unnecessary, so limberly portrayed, so. trivial. Last night, speaking to someone my mother thinks can help (with what? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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BELLES-LETTRES: Afterthought
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June 6, 2013. I wanted to wear my rosary beads the first time I slept with you but I didn't have mine with me. Luckily your dusty bible on the bedside table made up for it. What is it about defiance of all that is holy that begets human desire but pre-empts emotions? Several questions worth examining include:. Are bodies burnt by the sun, cracked from winds of the Mediterranean still worth exploring? Is there decorum in our minds? Perhaps your only action is to perjure yourself for a Greater Cause.
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BELLES-LETTRES: I Find It Hard to Say Goodbye
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February 2, 2013. I Find It Hard to Say Goodbye. In mississippi we were god-fearing people, when your father died you brought me to his grave that read : "forgetful not forgotten" i laughed inappropriately in the wake of His Greatness. I left you since - you dead-eyed child, o lover of my soul, far too kind and gentle. You tell me, I do not believe such lies in face of The Great Truth and important words will be not forgotten so easily, look at me look at what you've destroyed in me? Our father in Heaven).
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Monday, December 20, 2010, it's 3:27 AM. Hi everyone. I'm just hopping by to clean up my blog. I'm currently working on adjusting to my new life, taking chances and awaiting unexpected outcomes. I won't say I've quit blogging. But blogging for now, just isn't my 'thing'. Maybe a few years down the rocky road. For now I'm just wiping up those old memories so there will be space for some fresh ones. Till then, XX. Layout by, yours truly. Images by, Photobucket. Tagboard by, CBox. Till then, XX.
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BELLES-LETTRES: And how does that make you feel?
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October 1, 2014. And how does that make you feel? Is a stupid question. How much time, how much pain and how much passion? Feeling is only disbelieving, and your denial is synonymous with forgotten memories I suspect you wish to abandon, and makes me think that leaving (always leaving) is my only choice. What am I doing with these strangulating hands, mistaking anger for desire? Between forgiving and forgetting /. Still yours, my love. It makes me feel sad. February 20, 2015 at 1:49 PM.
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BELLES-LETTRES: Caesura
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June 27, 2014. When even day robs you of articulation, you are faced with the powerful and the powerless and who will bear the burdens of victory, the mark of Cain? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My name is Cherie, part-experimental writer and peculiar company to be in. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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BELLES-LETTRES: Forty Minutes on a Wooden Bench
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July 24, 2014. Forty Minutes on a Wooden Bench. You underestimate my ability to need someone more than you expect; my weak and weathered wrists up against the blue whirlpool and thunders in your irises as they contracts and expand – (with desire or anger or confusion? Always my biggest weakness: my utmost and overwhelming affections and life imagined, but constantly needing the ache of your. In the very end,. Our pleasure, pain and most of all, power is but the terror of my disquieting heart of hearts.
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