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lycanthrope
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1. questions i can answer
"what have you been up to"
not
"what is it exactly that you do"
questions that know their limitations -
that admit loneliness rather than discover it.
"what do you love about me?"
2. A gunnysack of napalm
and high falutin banjo music.
christian mysticism which by the way
borders on suicide.
what, after all, after all, is unconditional love?
3. assuaging a great hunger by adding a lesser hunger.
throwing the still lit remains of my cigarette out of my window
like casting a line.
4. picking up a great book and reading the last line, then setting it down unburdened.
"since olden times, great-hearted men have taken the world lightly. a mere follower of petty learning, i feel sorry for myself."
and living a complicated and professional life dispassionately as an ascetic.
5. overhearing a girl say to her boyfriend " i'd never do anything to make you feel blue." and then jokingly "but i'd do things to other people that'd make you feel blue."
it served as an admonition by herself of herself for him
and a forgiveness by herself
of herself against him.
6. A giant Pez dispenser that dispenses the pez packages you then feed into your regular pez dispenser.
7. so many masks that bury you so completely that the burden of lies becomes freedom.
wearing the same pants four days in a row and it not being noticed.
8. the cursory as the available,
the available as the absolute.
9. Inconsistency.
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lycanthrope
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10. knowing i could have someone or something, and being too tired to take it, i don't have to get rid of or lose it that way.
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camille
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your words are like...
picking up a great book and reading the last line, then setting it down unburdened.
thank you
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lycanthrope
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that made me happy lately.
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pSyche
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I can't help but grin when I think of it.
Waiting at the intersection tonight, it's raining outside the car. Two guys cross the street. I have a tendacy to watch people, so my eyes naturally followed them. (I was sitting in the passenger's seat) They waved to me and my friend. Life was sucking, so I didn't wave back; my friend did though. Just watched them cross the street. I brushed my hair out of my eyes. One of the guys- 3/4 of the way across- turns around and waves to me again as he walks backwards, then turns back around and joins his friend.
Funny, the first guy to ever look twice at me is someone I don't know.
Hmm, that memory makes me happy lately though.
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monee
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the thought of a house without yelling
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falling_alone
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the thought that i can soon escape this house of yelling
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pete
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the thought of school
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