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lostgirl
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please take away
this complicated façade
a photograph of facts
and fine points
with all its flawless lines
and intense colors
then paint me a world
with washed out pastels
in muted colors
and hazy, lazy lines
with blurry faces
and wide open spaces
take away the details
minimize the complexity
remove the harshness
and above all, the noise
then let me be free
in this unrefined existence
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cr0wl
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and so he accidently tore open a small gash on his forearm from a haphazard encounter with a rosebush. unable to find a clean rag, he used a blank page from his journal to dab at the glistening blood. later that day, he turned to the page and found the painting.
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jane
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this reminds me of that card i sent you forever ago, K.
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100519
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here:
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(the_red_bridge)
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cr0wl
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of course i still have it.
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gabbie
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that is missing you much more
on this day before
the sixteenth
of the first month
it is difficult to imagine
that three years have passed
since you departed from that life
i know you are well
i_am_the_girl
who would know
if you weren’t
right?
i hope you have a red convertible porsche
and nine sets of golf clubs
and that you smoke a cuban cigar
and enjoy a harveys bristol cream
while watching the sun sink into the sea
as you keep an eye
on me
i honor the important life you led
i miss you every day
but especially today
because on the fifteenth
of january you lived
so today, daddy
i celebrate your life
love,
your baby girl
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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The snow did that today. I woke up at 8 for phonetics class online and everything was quiet. Snow whirled outside the window and no one was up yet, since Dad wasn't making porridge. Due to the forecast, elementary and high schools, supposed to open today, were closed. A thought came: what's if everyone had died or disappeared and I was the only person left in the world?
The immediate answer: "Well, then I won't have class!" That made me laugh aloud - a contrast to the potential horror.
But it's good to have things I don't have to be afraid of, not directly. Escapism, how frightening and outlandish stories can be escapist. And it's nice to have a quiet space to move around in, getting cold cereal and hot tea. A friendly solitude.
Cars and an airplane broke the spell, and the slowness of my computer starting spelled frustration, but the calm beginning was refreshing.
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220117
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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