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Undisturbed Cities: August 2007
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Wednesday, August 01, 2007. On the Internet,. Posted by sarah spacewaves at 11:29 PM. Links to this post. View my complete profile. Land of Stripes Farewell. Ive been writing music http:/ spacewaves.bandcamp.
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Undisturbed Cities: April 2008
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Wednesday, April 23, 2008. If we met at a party. And you tried to shake my hand. Only to find it missing. And upon asking me what happened. I was to say that when I was thirteen years old. I cut it off. And if you were to ask why I did that. And I said I didn’t know. I just wanted to. Would you believe that I’m a different person now. Would you see the hand I once had. Would you touch the air where my hand would be. Or would you see the interrupted limb.
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Undisturbed Cities: May 2007
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Sunday, May 13, 2007. For aches and pains we suggest ignoring them as much as possible and hoping that they go away. Hope is as strong a medicine as medicine, in some cases. If hope does not work, we also suggest laughter, smiles, and hugs. For more serious cases please continue using red tape, hoops, large bills, and chains attached to desks. It is advised to wear a helmet at all times. Posted by sarah spacewaves at 11:49 PM. Links to this post. Links to this post.
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Undisturbed Cities: December 2007
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Wednesday, December 26, 2007. If Bukowski is one of the great. What does that say about. Maybe it was Los Angeles that did him in. There's a city here, I swear," (is what I wrote. The last time I was here.). Some won't believe it, but. It does get cold at night,. It does get lonely. For all the people here, there. Are even more walls,. And even more ways to get. San Pedro could have been better for him-. His deathplace, his homeplace,. Links to this post.
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Undisturbed Cities: October 2008
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Monday, October 06, 2008. Monday, October 6, 2008 7:19am. How can I explain? I’ve had my chakras spun, but that’s not what I mean to say. It’s more like this; when our feet touched in bed, I used to pull them away. Now I push them in closer. A short something taken from a longer something of undetermined length, width, height, depth, publication/birth day.). Posted by sarah spacewaves at 11:50 AM. Links to this post. View my complete profile. Land of Stripes Farewell.
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Undisturbed Cities: May 2008
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Sunday, May 11, 2008. There Are People Out There Who Know These Things. I’m hearing voices in my head of the voices I am reading. How conversations are imagined and acted out. I forget where I am. Was it in a dream? I am happy to say that I have unwrapped the gift of patience. Patience is what enabled me to keep you around until you turned the shoulder adobe. You stand and we go. You follow and I know. And do you know, buffalo? No I don’t, loose goose. And so Alex wa...
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Undisturbed Cities: June 2006
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Thursday, June 01, 2006. Posted by sarah spacewaves at 10:36 AM. Links to this post. View my complete profile. Land of Stripes Farewell. Ive been writing music http:/ spacewaves.bandcamp.
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Undisturbed Cities: February 2008
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Sunday, February 17, 2008. Structure/process- the reasons why. They say write what you know. What I know is this: I don't know much. I might even say I don't know anything. That's impossible, though. I know falseness. I know structures. What I know is this: I'd rather let inspiration pass through my eyelids and turn into sleep. I'd rather ignore plot, conflict, resolution. Posted by sarah spacewaves at 3:55 AM. Links to this post. View my complete profile.
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Undisturbed Cities: June 2007
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Raw writings from underneath the bed. Monday, June 11, 2007. When the conversation turned to talent the daughter turned her head away. Talent ran in her family. The grandmother had a knack for soup-making. The mother had a knack for dressmaking. The daughter styled hair and wore her grandmother’s and mother’s old dresses. Is there anything you are talented at? He had asked the daughter. A lot of things that we do are often mistaken for God’s will, he said. Posted by sarah spacewaves at 11:30 PM.
