thegodsarelonely.blogspot.com
the gods are lonely
http://thegodsarelonely.blogspot.com/2009/02/habib-when-i-was-in-middle-school-i.html
The gods are lonely. Saturday, February 14, 2009. When I was in middle school. I told you that I loved anything. Written about the great depression. Because it was sure to be depressing. I read The Grapes of Wrath. Two times that year;. I wrote a song about you. 8220;A whole life. In search of you”. I know exactly where you live. I have your address. You live on west mcmillian street. Above a funeral home. On top of a hill,. Over looking a mid-western park. With trees in it. I went there one time. La car...
igloohouse.blogspot.com
igloo house: BOOKS
http://igloohouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/books.html
You saw our cities on a weathermap, they looked close. I will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically.
unironically.blogspot.com
i will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically: an ocean, or a desert
http://unironically.blogspot.com/2009/08/ocean-or-desert.html
An ocean, or a desert. Eric thought, what if i'm going to be alone forever? Igloo too," eric said. Eric came back to reality in a stilted, half-there way. still slightly in a daze, eric got out of his truck to check the mailbox of the next house. he took out a small, messily put-together package, the address on which read:. I have been getting much taller this year, mom says i am going to get even taller though! Everyone misses you. WRITE BACK. An ebook by michael doherty. In the grocery store with my es...
ohwhatevs.blogspot.com
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http://ohwhatevs.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-author-michael-doherty-is-sixteen.html
Michael doherty is a seventeen-year-old poet from albany, new york. he has written two ebooks, you saw our cities on a weathermap, they looked close. And i will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically. His work has been published in rumble. And other publications. he is a member of the artshole collective. And the co-founder of igloo house. His email is michael.poems@gmail.com. Me and every other teenager in north america. Me and my brother. Am i filled with hate. Me and the sunset.
unironically.blogspot.com
i will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically: in the grocery store with my estranged brother who lives in portland, oregon
http://unironically.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-grocery-store-with-my-estranged.html
In the grocery store with my estranged brother who lives in portland, oregon. I'm in the chain grocery store. With my mother and my estranged older brother. i struggle to think of what to say. i look to the middle-aged housewives, carts so filled with processed food. i can't imagine what it must feel like to need so much. Are the shoppers happy? Or does the lady in hall monitor jeans feel resentment toward the three boxes of wheat thins stacked in her cart? It feels stupid to ask. My brother is a freegan...
unironically.blogspot.com
i will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically: like some species of shitty, retarded swan
http://unironically.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-some-species-of-shitty-retarded.html
Like some species of shitty, retarded swan. This was the year. That it became unfashionable to smile in photographs. Girls would change their faces to look as sullen as possible whenever a camera was around. it was championed by vogue, elle, everyone. 'frown yourself thin,' read magazine covers in chain grocery stores across middle-america. people gradually began to forget what dimples were. What were you thinking about when you frowned for the camera? When you wore a scarf you looked like a cross betwee...
unironically.blogspot.com
i will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically: when the storm is over all we have left is the wreckage
http://unironically.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-storm-is-over-all-we-have-left-is.html
When the storm is over all we have left is the wreckage. There were glow-in-the-dark plastic stars. On your ceiling. you told me that when you were on acid they looked incredible, like you were god and they were tiny galaxies you had created. galaxies filled with small things. My head was a galaxy filled with small things. i thought everyone was like that, living more inside themselves than outside, never completely sharing themselves with other people because the time just never felt appropriate....
unironically.blogspot.com
i will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically: a field guide to the native plantlife of albany, ny
http://unironically.blogspot.com/2009/08/field-guide-to-native-plantlife-of.html
A field guide to the native plantlife of albany, ny. If you look in tiny places,. You can see tiny life. and life is best in miniature. Scene girl is watching a caterpillar crawl across a leaf. scene girl thinks of umbrella girl. scene girl thinks that maybe, vaguely, umbrella girl appreciates tiny life in the same way she does. the way she walked straight through the parking lot with her umbrella, not looking at any of the cars. scene girl was sure of it. Scene girl waves back tentatively. she looks...
unironically.blogspot.com
i will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically
http://unironically.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-author-michael-doherty-is-sixteen.html
Michael doherty is a sixteen-year-old poet from albany, new york. his work has been published in rumble and graffiti magazine as well as various other publications. he is an intern to tao lin. And he writes for the website 518 reviews. About diy music in albany. his email is michael.poems@gmail.com. An ebook by michael doherty. Eleanor and the magical casiotone. Going to american apparel is not going to make you feel happier. Like some species of shitty, retarded swan. An ocean, or a desert.
unironically.blogspot.com
i will listen to your mix cd and enjoy every song unironically: eleanor and the magical casiotone
http://unironically.blogspot.com/2009/08/eleanor-and-magical-casiotone.html
Eleanor and the magical casiotone. Eleanor comes to a deserted aisle with keyboards and cell-phone accessories. there is a keyboard on display for anyone to play. eleanor plays three notes over and over and tries to make something beautiful. nothing beautiful comes out of the keyboard. Eleanor walks over to a small display of casiotone keyboards. they are on sale and eleanor picks one up. a casiotone seems like something i should want to buy. Oh, it's broken. An ebook by michael doherty. In the grocery s...
