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You Could Not Have Written This: Building Blocks of my (ideal) religion
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Monday, January 1, 2007. Building Blocks of my (ideal) religion. Why, when I pray.and see the very human anguish of Gethsemenae. Or dump them all, every faith I've seen.
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You Could Not Have Written This: Echoes from the stones
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Wednesday, December 13, 2006. Echoes from the stones. When I could travel I would grasp the walls.the halls of home,. When I could get out:. I sang to 42nd street.
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You Could Not Have Written This: December 2006
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Wednesday, December 13, 2006. Echoes from the stones. When I could travel I would grasp the walls.the halls of home,. When I could get out:. I sang to 42nd street. Even if I wal...
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You Could Not Have Written This: March 2007
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Tuesday, March 20, 2007. It used to mean jack in the pulpits. And none of them east of the river understand. That red rock high wind and aspen. Pine, broken or straight.
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You Could Not Have Written This: July 2007
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Sunday, July 1, 2007. I hide from hot wind. I'm far from the rivers, the lakes, the sea. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Star Trek Wake.
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You Could Not Have Written This: November 2006
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Wednesday, November 29, 2006. Decade old unanswered question. Will there be one? Not dragged away by illness,. Or held idiotic and angry by addiction,. Don't wish. Do. Decade ol...
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You Could Not Have Written This: January 2007
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Wednesday, January 3, 2007. They say, to speak your name. Gone too long.to remember your fight against pain. Gone too long to dwell in memory. Of amusement in the rain. Can't I ...
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You Could Not Have Written This: Weathering
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Sunday, July 1, 2007. I hide from hot wind. I'm far from the rivers, the lakes, the sea. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Star Trek Wake.
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You Could Not Have Written This: Blogging Against Disablism Day May 1 2007
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You Could Not Have Written This. Dedicated to my ninth grade creative writing teacher, Mr. Bunsey, who continually kicked me in the shins, by waving his feet while he sat on top of his desk, and decided, when I submitted my first work, that because I was a non-standard girl, a girl with impairments, that I had to have made it up. Sunday, April 22, 2007. Blogging Against Disablism Day May 1 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Star Trek Wake. Blogging Against Disablism Day May 1 2007.
