cold_comfort
rubydee in a culture where aesthetic experience is denied and atrophied, genuine religious ecstacy rare, intellectual pleasure scorned, it is only natural that sex should become the only personal epiphany of most people and the culture's interest in romantic love take on a staggering size. 030601
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sabbie
the cold tea
in a cold mug
on my cold desk

in my cold, cold fingers.
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cold_comfort hate when you're sitting home alone enjoying being pissed off 030602
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IKC 56-80 Pale_shelter 030619
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wish you were here for change 030619
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Syrope i remember the coolness of your blade against my throat, and the chills your teeth in my shoulder sent down my spine...i think if you'd have cut me, the blood would have risen from my skin in a cloud of steam

but i also remember your cold palms against my skin when i was trembling, when i was feverish and afraid. i don't know if i believe that you drew the bad energy out of me, but my sobs did fade and your bare skin against mine so innocently was something so beautiful...something i haven't felt since

sometimes i trace the veins in my wrist with ice

sometimes i hold my hand under the hot tap until it hurts

and i press my face against the cold cinderblocks when i miss you the most
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rubydee knitted_arm_warmers 031123
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rubydee is brilliant!!!!! so says a humbled and awed oldephebe 031123
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trixie... miss that walking from the the bottom to the top and chasing your thick bliss down the steet.
miss that look we all had when we knew we fit and we right and that we loved each other.
miss how jane giggles when shes drunk but happy.
miss how ari hugs.
miss how marie talks and walk and wears makeup.
miss the stairs and walk back up to my room, and the way i run down them so fast to see you that i always think im going to fall.
miss my computer, haha.
miss how you think im somehow the "smooth talker" of the group
miss the white van to williamsburg.
haha. miss ali baba
and i miss pharoah...
i miss how i "don't smoke"
miss the loving crumbs on your table and the food for thought and the sugar.
i'm just so happy that i miss you and i know you must hate me for it. that thinking about going to the hospital with you or seeing our pal johnny or teaching you the subway makes the corners of my mouth just rise automatically and that missing you and missing new york and out life togther makes being away from you now not so hard anymore.
like missing nelly's duane reade shirt.
and michelle's little black dress.
and the writing center.
and zoe.
and raz.
and malibu barbie. sleeping in the lounge. running to the capri. and the snow.
i'm lucky i know. for those cold comfortable days in our little world. for our vip lives even though we live in a dorm. because when we are together we own the city and we are fearless.
because we're not perfect but we're as good as it gets. because marie has a prada bag and jane falls and ari is a butterfly.

because even though it's cold in new york and mean and evil sometimes. and at least it wants to make you feel that way, you guys are nice and good and comfortable. because you make the city an oasis and a freedom-land. because when i need you, i know where to find you, because you're always with me.

go team!

haha, im a shmuck... it's 4am, cmon i just wanted a nice little sentiment. oh fuck it.
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egger . 060531
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emmi the cold is my favourite remedy 060601
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