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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries: March 2013
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries. Monday, March 11, 2013. N to music, but it's nice to know there still is some. You offend me so. There was nothing I loved more than listening to it. Wondering if you're scared. Or if you're just breathing. Or if you're only cold from this winter's hard beating. I loved feeling it's beat. On my cold tipped ears. Because it was proof that you were actually real. That you were human. That you are human. Cry, you're still human. Oh how i hope youll trust me someday. We Used To Wait.
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries: Hatred and Butterflies,
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries. Friday, June 7, 2013. Hatred and Butterflies,. I used to think it was all about butterflies and finding wings. I thought it was all about escaping where I am. I thought there was no way I could make anything better. I thought I was stuck there in the mud and my wings were the only way out. Now, I can't imagine how I was so content with loneliness. And all those lies. Because, none of it, was even worth the risk. Happy I didn't think it was quite possible. You wouldn't know beca...
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries: July 2014
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries. Monday, July 21, 2014. I wish I was in a greenhouse instead of writing lines.". Laughing with you was always real. Genuine, ever second of it. I laugh now and my face hurts. My cheeks ache and I know it was never. This way with you. I honestly miss being able to laugh so obnoxiously. So loud, that's probably how the neighbors knew we were in love. Maybe even before I did. The neighbors probably knew it from the start. Always watching. You know, neighbors. It was then as I watch...
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries: July 2013
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries. Sunday, July 28, 2013. Winter Posts, never posted. I never stress but when I do stress I stress about becoming. And I don't know much about you, but I do know about me. And, God, you know that every minute I'm trying everything I can to hold the tears in my eyes. Where they belong. Because I'm so nervous. But I'm just scared about letting you down. I'm always scared about letting you down, God. And, God, this is all that I have. And I've realized that these mirrors face me.
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longtime sunshine: Charlotte Charles
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013. April 23, 2013 at 6:33 PM. Http:/ notesfromallthepeoplewhousedtolove.blogspot.com/2013/04/dick-tidrow.html. April 26, 2013 at 12:22 PM. April 29, 2013 at 9:56 AM. This might be the coolest thing ever. May 8, 2013 at 9:06 PM. This is really late, I know. But thanks for everything, Griffin! I had a great time and couldnt have asked for a better date! May 30, 2013 at 7:28 AM. Consider this your invitation to the summer blog series. July 28, 2013 at 9:41 PM. April 1, 2014 at 10:08 PM.
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longtime sunshine: September 2012
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Sunday, September 30, 2012. But you can't just say it, man. You've got to feel it in you're blood and guts! If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules. You gotta get mad at the man! This is all about sticking it to the man. If you don't play the game you can't win. So I'll play your game, but I won't fall for your traps. Because I've seen the middle aged men and women in the depths of despair. And I've seen the old timers with a heart full of regret. If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules.".
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longtime sunshine: March 2013
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Saturday, March 9, 2013. Nursing Home Carl Pt. 2. I always thought I would be above writing about love in high school, but what can I say, she's really hot). When I'm with you, God makes sense. Something about your imagination that makes worlds seems creatable. And something about your eyes that makes sins seem forgivable. Ahh, God. Got me again. Good one.'. I guess what I'm saying is, if you wanted, I could be your Carl. And you could be my religion. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Quote of the week.
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries: November 2012
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries. Monday, November 26, 2012. Hearts Skipped a Beat. Ever since I got a king-sized bed I've lost the matching sock to almost every pair I've got. It was kinda awkward. I never looked at the clock at '6:56' and being extremely superstitious like I am, I instantly thought that this meant something big was coming. That somethings are going to change. And I would not be the least bit scared of a little big change right now. Yeah, cash and checks would be nice too. And I remember when ...
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries: "I wish I was in a greenhouse instead of writing lines."
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The Phyllis Sloan Diaries. Monday, July 21, 2014. I wish I was in a greenhouse instead of writing lines.". Laughing with you was always real. Genuine, ever second of it. I laugh now and my face hurts. My cheeks ache and I know it was never. This way with you. I honestly miss being able to laugh so obnoxiously. So loud, that's probably how the neighbors knew we were in love. Maybe even before I did. The neighbors probably knew it from the start. Always watching. You know, neighbors. It was then as I watch...
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longtime sunshine: failing, losing, & dancing
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Sunday, January 13, 2013. Failing, losing, and dancing. I wanna be a champion. I wanna know what amazing feels like. And I want to experience jumper cable lips. I wanna have a reason to raise my fist in the air. And I want to stand at half court and scream, anythings possible. I wanna have glory days. And I'm not sure if it's fear or common sense that's holding me back. And I'm still trying to figure out why I put a happy ending at all of my poems. And when my happy ending is going to come. I wish youd k...
