write_what_you_see
Effingham Fish The world is too bright. I have to keep my eyes closed, so I can't see anything, either. 011231
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Dafremen I see the oneness of what I once was and will once again be. I see the you in me and the me in you. I see how we are connected and I see what keeps us apart. I have seen through my blindness, now...how to share it with you? 011231
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hey now! bill clinton in the audience of 'whose line is it anyway'

i didnt see it, but they did.
020101
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unhinged sometimes i wonder about you; the way you move. what i could really wrestle out of your shrunken heart...we could always place it in a bowl of liquid love and watch it swell to 10 times it's original size. i don't really see you anymore, but i think about you almost everyday. you have ghosts that follow me around; ghosts that i can't grab. 020101
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kerry his eyes so dark like neverending black holes slicing through thick air to get to me 020101
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ClairE I don't know how. 020101
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pralines&cream I'm writing ... i see ... a white blather box which is slowly being defiled by my black words ... above, there is a link called "nevermind", i have nothing to say ... but i never click that ... i always have some stupid thing to say. 020102
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pushpins purple nail polish, dirty keyboard, a post-it with guitars, prices, and zinos.com info written on it, a cordless phone, and blue hair. 020102
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SuicidalAngel I see my computer screen with the speakers on the side that look like little monkey ears. A stuffed bunny my mouse/dolphin mouse pad, my soup, my school ID, various pictures scattered around, a vase and two sad alien figurines I made in art, my phone and my water. How exciting. 020102
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ever dumbening yellow

looking straight across, not up, at the middle of a 60' tree, snow covered.

now up so doun, not so much seeing as feeling the reversed sky. leg blood flows back higher/lower. the parking lot 1000' down, 1000' over. slope rise/run. some melted snow dots the yellow.

now a path: we choose each other, the path and i, as gravity knits. bumps, sloppy boarder bumps, they see me i them.

i see my thoughts: mountain meditation: thoughts, player piano thoughts, stream through the mottled grey cloudy mountain mirage.

i don't see the earth. not this white, this green, this grey--more like a nation, a flag, a rugby jersey.

i see the day in my rearview mirror.
020102
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distorted tendencies Your thin muscular legs
Your bony hips
your lithe figure
your large hands resting on your chest
your slightly squared jawline
your unshaven face
your long greek nose
all you piercings, skin vs metal
your dirty forest green eyes
so full of lies..
and your ever changing hair.. today it's blue.

I see beauty, but behind it.. just lies.
Why can't I see love?
020102
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Syrope a box at blather, listening to me patiently. assorted cd's that were burned but never labeled, condemned to become coasters for my diet dr pepper. a binder and a couple papers - my homework, still not finished. some pens and highlighters, the guy i tutored today's notes for his paper...he was supposed to come back at 9:30 to finish...it's 9:41 and soon I'll be too tired to help him if he doesn't show up... 020302
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pushpins hatred flying through doorways.
i have to leave before
some hits me--
the sanctuary of my room
might save a bit of the sanity
that is still clinging to my legs.

but I guess I shouldn't count on it.
020302
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Ivonna I see my reflection on the screen. A picture on spiderman on the wall. A pack of cigarrettes, an ashtray and a deck of cards. But most of all, i see a lot of words. 020303
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cube I'm in my office in the basement. To the panelled wall ahead i have a chart showing the object hierarchy of Borland's C++ Builder (very pretentious - seldom used), an Ansel Adams calender, and an Ansel Adams framed print (Moonrise, Hernandez New Mexico). Closer to the laptop, one of those magnifier lamps with a ship's barometer suspended and my lava lamp (who doesn't have a lava lamp?). I'm surrounded on three sides by a huge desk - just covered in files, CDs, and all the work-related paraphernalia that i swear i'll clean up 'any day now'...
020303
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Arwyn pictures of a better time
writings on Life and Providence
Long long blonde hair
The white version of Jesus Christ
drugs
pens strewn everywhere
a teddy bear
and a white dress
020303
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reitoei chaos. im feel like im walled in by my computer, monitor, scope, speakers, camera, joystick, mike, webcam, lamp, pens and pencils, mountains of cds and paper. books, and general unclassifed junk. i clean of my deak once i cant see over the junk or a i start to feel claustrophobic. i think its time to migrate some of this stuff over to the book shelves. it goes in an endless cycle: deskfloorshelffloordesk with maybe a stop in the closet or on the bed on the way 020303
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littleidiot who cares? its all blurry and distorted anyway. 021127
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daxle red plaid dress I call my house dress (modestly covered with only one object)
fingernails still slightly clear from water soaking in
group of medications dealing with my recent ailments (or Not dealing, really)
espresso cup with a little left at the bottom {brown circle against brushed metal}
stuff having to do with me... scattered piles
021128
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Rhin a silver lamp w/a sort of cobalt rice paper shade, a black/blue lava lamp, my cable modem box, a glass fish paperweight & a glass flower paperweight, a black cordless phone, my cell phone, my little black book, cherry chapstick, my keys, a funky fat red candle, a glass/copper jar filled with blue & green m&m's. nivea hand lotion, an aim n flame, my stereo remote, tv remote, encyclopedia of science & technology, the angel of darkness (caleb carr), autographed baseball card of pitcher brad pennington...my cousin, when he played for the orioles, once removed nail polish remover, ibuprofen, sketch pad, my journal, a weird silver studded black ball, bamboo windchimes, black Dell computer, printer & scanner, a picture of my father as a young boy, a forged silver vase containing tall grasses & lavendar, a large silver vase containing roses (that were gifts), bittersweet & pepperberries, a weird silver eclectic clock, a cd-rom rack, a Longaberger mousepad (from my mother), a small leather trunk filled with journals, handmade paper, & wax/seal for sealing letters, a 3 foot tall wood sailboat that i constructed, my easel w/a mosaic that i'm working on carefully nesting on it, a large print of the lady of shalott, a silver goblet filled w/funky pens and pencils, a sculpture of a man and a woman entwined titled 'together', another sailboat made from old drift wood w/rusted metal sails, a 2 ft tall milk painted lighthouse, a large old world globe, a massive dark cherry bookcase over-flowing with books, an iron/glass gumball machine, an oriental umbrella, a tall floor vase filled with bamboo and snakegrass sitting beside my hand carved giraffe whose name is Kia, an african goalie (tribal/ceremonial) mask that looks more comical than anything, a single edged sword reminiscent of one used by a musketeer, large sea island pine desk, an old locked wine case filled with letters n such, my Bushnell telescope on stand, w/case of lenses, 2 game hockey pucks...one is Chicago Blackhawks, the other is an AHL game puck, a framed print of Christy Mathewson & Ty Cobb, 3 hat boxes (the top one is red and holds my most prized possession...a skeleton key, the middle one which is blue & holds my .38 special, the third one, which is green holds photographs of Tony), strung lights, a floor to ceiling metal cd/dvd rack holding approx. 3/4 of my cd's (the rest & the box sets are in the room behind me, and i can't see them, so they don't count), and... that's about all i can see without turning around.

it's really does not seem like alot, until you begin to list each individual item. ok, i'm having a yard sale!
021128
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Aimee phone numbers
rocks
pinball
feather pen
dogs
021128
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splash of orange
my focus is presently on a red light and a blue screen
and syd_barrett taped to my wall.
021128
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splash of orange actually the light looks more pink than red
and when it's not turned on, it seems kinda purple.

silly little thing
021128
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epitome of incomprehensibility The neck of a sangria bottle saying Ú! OlÚ! from my vantage point. A bookshelf: Our Continent, World Geography, William Shakespeare, Literary Terms, HERBAL PLANTS, CALVIN and HOBBES,
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and Le Micro Robert Langue Franšaise.

Everything is communicative. A small purple cardboard box holding a watch is tipped at an angle from plate to table. It conveys adaptation: it's not as balanced as it'd be on a flat surface, but it manages.
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