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From the Stolen Papers: November 2009
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From the Stolen Papers. Tuesday, November 10, 2009. And a hut somewhere. But you’re still. Sitting on the bed. Albeit a bit red. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From the Stolen Papers. View my complete profile. Put a penny in the slot. The silver eel - film guide. Awesome Inc. template. Template images by imacon.
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From the Stolen Papers: The Cleaner
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From the Stolen Papers. Sunday, July 18, 2010. Rip goes the photo of my. Tear blotched sari,. Whooshing out is my guilty ache,. My mother kills herself. I absolutely deny all blame. Blood turned into muddy brown. Now it's blooming red,. The cobbler stitched up my torn shoe. And so my toe puffs out his chest. My child has no home. She keeps running away. From all the things that live in it. The broken, the weak and the lame. Now she's gone forever away. She'll come back yet. And the junk is withering away.
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From the Stolen Papers: Girl of Small Things
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From the Stolen Papers. Friday, October 10, 2014. Girl of Small Things. Much has happened since i last wrote here. Too much, not because I am so very exciting but because it had been that long.No one reads this anymore. So this is more in the nature of a reminder to self. The only reason i had to bring him up is because this post is born from an idea that he came up with. So i want to list my books by the disco light feeling that it gave me in my heart even if it was just a words worth :). I like the ima...
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From the Stolen Papers: July 2009
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From the Stolen Papers. Monday, July 06, 2009. There is joy in me. A helpless kind. The kind that makes you dig up Bryan Adams and bop in front of the mirror. Then kind that makes you buy lipstick and then pout to see the effect. The kind that I want to rein in because I’m scared to feel something that has no meaning. There is joy in silliness that all the sense in the world cannot erase. It just comes and laughs inside you like a jester juggling in the midst of the King’s court. One day and then some.
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From the Stolen Papers: August 2012
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From the Stolen Papers. Sunday, August 12, 2012. I lie down beside him and he touches his lips to mine. He isn’t above kissing me but he wants to be kinder to me than a mere kiss. He whooshes breath into me like a man pumping a balloon and I begin to float, to blimp up and fly around the room. I’m not in control of myself. I just flap around and wait for his life to drain out of me. Once I am filled with just my breath I’ll come down to earth. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From the Stolen Papers.
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From the Stolen Papers: September 2009
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From the Stolen Papers. Tuesday, September 29, 2009. There's a reason to keep FTV playing. The music is fab! Some songs I heard on the channel that I love:. 1 Harvest Moon - Neil Young. 2 Going back to 505 - Arctic Monkeys. 3 Stitched Up - Herbie Hancock featuring John Meyers. 4 Hometown Glory - Adele. Put a penny in the slot. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From the Stolen Papers. View my complete profile. Put a penny in the slot. The silver eel - film guide.
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From the Stolen Papers: August 2010
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From the Stolen Papers. Monday, August 30, 2010. Now I’m awake. And it’s too late,. Now I’m awake. And the night is gone. There was noise in the night. And I needed you to make it. Holding my mind down,. But now I’m awake. And you’re too late. It jangled and hummed,. But I wasn't in me. Scared of beauty, words;. These erstwhile friends,. I fell asleep,. And so the night ends. Monday, August 02, 2010. Man, you fool. You go away and leave me,. You come back and need me. Your morning smile from my voice,.
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From the Stolen Papers
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From the Stolen Papers. Monday, August 30, 2010. Now I’m awake. And it’s too late,. Now I’m awake. And the night is gone. There was noise in the night. And I needed you to make it. Holding my mind down,. But now I’m awake. And you’re too late. It jangled and hummed,. But I wasn't in me. Scared of beauty, words;. These erstwhile friends,. I fell asleep,. And so the night ends. This is soo relatable :D. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). From the Stolen Papers. View my complete profile.
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From the Stolen Papers: October 2014
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From the Stolen Papers. Friday, October 10, 2014. Girl of Small Things. Much has happened since i last wrote here. Too much, not because I am so very exciting but because it had been that long.No one reads this anymore. So this is more in the nature of a reminder to self. The only reason i had to bring him up is because this post is born from an idea that he came up with. So i want to list my books by the disco light feeling that it gave me in my heart even if it was just a words worth :). I like the ima...
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From the Stolen Papers: August 2009
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From the Stolen Papers. Monday, August 31, 2009. The Thing With Dreams. From the time we are children we have innuemrable dreams that we remember indulgently. Like running a boarding school. Like being Ms. Universe (ok. some dreams you remember with a cringe). Like dancing in a broadway show as the main lead. Like being Head girl. Like running a huge conglomerate with all your friends. It was a castle in the air. Monday, August 24, 2009. Would piss me off with her la-di-lah “I can’t go for a ...I’v...
