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stork daddy he loved it most when he was driving her and she fell asleep. it seemed as if he was ferrying her over, bringing her from one place to another, and not requiring anything from her. he could think whatever he wanted, and it didn't take away from what he was doing for her, it remained innocent and pure. it seemed like the most he could ever do for another person, ferry them over to some over place, let them sleep peacefully and awake as they arrived, his part unobtrusive. 040216
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birdmad if i could have left it at that all those years ago, i might have spared myself a whole lot of wreckage of the less literal kind.

over the bridge from the southwest corners where the cotton fields reigned to the nearer edge of the hills and the high desert - a place on whose opposite sides i keep both a dire secret and a bittersweet recollection

i should let_go, but even when i loosen my grip, i find that memory has sharp, tenacious claws all it's own
i didn't call it persistent back then for no reason.
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:_) driving her crazy. driving me crazy. i don't want to be driven anywhere. i want to be the driver. i want to be in control. like i'm being kidnapped and i want to take control of the wheel. i can't help myself when i read your words. 040217
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