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-{::EphemeralArcs::}-
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please list something going on as you are typing here, now. A timpiece to last forever from that moment on.
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I sit here briefly, wishing a way through a paradox, listening to the motors drive by drifting behind them small scents of forgotten memory, this picked from the sounds of their melancholy pattering through the shallow rain coating down everything. Lifting a hope by lowering the standard from which we all stand upon, bleakness's fog in it's own dark gown.
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021004
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squint
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shivers of wind at my shins, some cream toned shades tap gently at the window. The television sputters a scary disney movie (ha). a father chuckles and sweeps his toddler into his arms. her giggles twinkle through the house. Another girl is glued to the television, sitting on a ball, lolling back and forth.
my bra is too tight and my pants are too hot, but everything for this ephemeral twitch of time
is ok.
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021004
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madness
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i sit here sifting through websites and eating a leftover burrito, luke warm now, and drinking a little wine, deflated now
feeling the itching pain of my new tattoo
listening to 'doolittle', specifically 'hey'
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021004
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werewolf
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yay!
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021005
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typing
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you'll never guess what I'm doing now... but it involves a keyboard!
tee hee hee
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021005
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~gez~
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texting and typing simultaneously is not an easy thing to do. im also just finishing an arguement with a 15 year old pregnant mexican american who does not know how to spell apoligies. she spelt it apoligize. well, i might go to bed soon
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021006
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blatherspellcheck
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apologies.
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021006
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zeke
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sleeping house around me
chair scudding on old old linoleum cork
darkness in the room lit blather blue and screen white
computer fan hum and hiss
toes crack
sweaters (two) cling to spine
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040329
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z
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cold plastic elbows
keyboard warmer
fabric walls climb
flat dark carpet holds edges of shoes still
voices aimless layered fog
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040412
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peaceSleepfully
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Sitting on the edge of my bed
computer precarious on my knees
The nights are getting colder now
that’s ok, I like the cold.
All my things scattered around remind me of
everything I should probably be doing
I wonder if I'll regret this later
I wonder if I'm wasting my time
That strange girl is on the radio, with her
strange 'aussie hip-hop'
Four jars and two foils of pills on the table
what am I hoping they will do?
Dog lying in the doorway,
I promise him we'll go for a walk tomorrow
he always believes me
He's pretending to be asleep but his wagging tail gives him away
I'm feeling a little bit scared, a bit excited
a bit confused, but mostly hopeful
and sleepy
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040412
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(no lasing energy in limbs heavy dark from day and night and night so long and stops)
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050103
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skinny
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a room with a lightbulb as solace from starlight and sleep. 400 miles or 5 more hours until daylight. outside a streetlight shines for noone but myself. my glowing window a passover mark as i force myself awake with worries. animal sounds overlap plane sounds; communion.
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050103
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061019
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( grinding whirr of ventless duct overhead, too much electric light slants in my sliding glass door and sound carries the effluvia of commerce conducted by the jaded affectations of this manhattan edifice, the maunderings of strategy and execution grind by in the creaky floored ex-oreo factory cultured cool and stops. )
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061019
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