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what_woke_you_up_this_morning
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shadow le crowl
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the sun? what kind of sun? angry? kind? what clothes did you put on? why?
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030814
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... |
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chiidi
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a kitten attacking my fingers and toes woke me up stlll some time before sunrise i'll wear black today to fit in with the storm-clouds rolling above the city and through my head
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030814
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... |
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Arwyn
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my puppy crying outside my door cause she missed me.... I got up and now she's ignoring me... lol
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030814
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... |
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nomme
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the sense it was closer than ever
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030814
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... |
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amy
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the summer sun in Seattle is almost always gentle. it does not in fact rain all the time. it's a silk shirt from England today. it has a weird aristocratic pattern on it. i often wonder what it is about this shirt that appeals to me, now that i think about it. it's yet another mystery.
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030814
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... |
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Freak
|
the phone ringing
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030814
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... |
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jane
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the phone ringing my father yelling at me about some nonsense like he used to when i was twelve
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030821
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... |
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mandy
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andrew's alarm clock
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030821
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... |
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nomme
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noise
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030821
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... |
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monolith
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any of you happy to wake up in the morning? the birds singing their song , the call of the new day , my lil cousin waking me up cuz he has to go to the loo ....
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030822
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... |
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lotuseater
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i really had to pee
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030823
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... |
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Anna_Began
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Disappointment.
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030823
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... |
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mimisa
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Oblivion slowly turning into how wrong all of yesterday was.
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030823
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... |
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nomme
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rain and thunder
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030823
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... |
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pobodys nerfect
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Autumnal-like air forcing itself inside my room like a very unwelcomed guest, then feeling its frosty fingers creep slowly down my neck. Almost time to start using the "breathing hole" again.
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030823
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... |
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een stom kind
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church bells ringing
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030825
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... |
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miasma
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my mother, because she felt like having a chat and was getting tired of waiting for me to wake up on my own accord...i do so love that woman.
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030825
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... |
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mcdougall
|
It was a combination of sun and noise. First, it was the sun coming through the sliding glass door, which faces the east and catches the light of the rising sun perfectly. I purposely left the blinds to the door open last night so the sun would awaken me. The second was an unpredicted noise coming from the parking lot outside the apartment. There were people outside packing their car, getting ready to go on a vacation of which they will not return until after Labor Day. Now, I do not know which played the biggest role in waking me up, but if I had to guess I would say the noise woke me up and the light kept me awake.
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030827
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... |
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misstree
|
sunlight tickled my nose... i shifted, becoming barely aware enough to realize my alarm clock hadn't blared orders and good mornings... took a moment to drink down some soothing water before running out the door to be two hours late.
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030827
|
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... |
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lotuseater
|
my mom telling me my cat died. i loved you silly kitty.
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030827
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... |
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bijou
|
boyfriend's hangover breath. ew.
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030828
|
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... |
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Bespeckled
|
The sun. When I'm in school, my alarm clock wakes me up in the morning. But when I'm not in school, the sun wakes me up. My window is in its direct path every morning, and every morning it's heat and light wake me up much earlier than I'm ready to arise. So every morning I pull down my shade, turn on my fan, and fall back into bed. But I don't really fall asleep completely.
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030828
|
|
... |
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nom
|
angry brother snow plow boot throwing yelling swearing cold morning i feel sick now
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031129
|
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... |
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DammitJanet
|
David crawling back into bed, after my starfishing drove him out.
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031130
|
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... |
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belly fire
|
panic a silent alarm clock he was not there to ground me
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031203
|
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... |
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misstree
|
i drifted up aware of the sun trumpeting noon on a busy world outside and three sets of breath, slight shifting from the stragglers arranged in my nest and warmth of flesh behind me, a subtle gravity and the next day calling, a rise to an echo of revelry that will send streamers through the rest of my dayweekmonthyear
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031203
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... |
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jane
|
isabel's jumping jacks
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050116
|
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... |
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(z)
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(inevitability)
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050117
|
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... |
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()
|
(the momentary crisis of the chronometer)
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050118
|
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... |
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thunderbuck ram
|
I have to confess it was a bit of a stiffy.
|
050118
|
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... |
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thunderbuck ram
|
but I only needed to pee. What a disappointment
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050118
|
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... |
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cocoon
|
the alarm clock as usual.
|
050118
|
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... |
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birdmad
|
tag-team kitty freak out over the sound of some other animal (likely a cat) running across my rooftop
|
050118
|
|
... |
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suicidalchinadoll
|
the telephone... I didn't answer it..but it brought to light how deep a sleep is required to bring about thoughts of you.. and thoughts of you holding me someone once said that your sleeping self is always just behind the state of mind, your awake self has progressed to. .. doesn't mean I don't miss you in my bed but talking to you in life is so much more difficult than dreaming you back into my arms. fly away..just fly
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050118
|
|
... |
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mon uow
|
a neighbour i'd never met before, he needed to borrow a ladder
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050407
|
|
... |
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megan
|
my mom and a hot shower and going back to bed, even if only for those 10 minutes i had extra high school needs to be over i pulled on a tshirt and jeans and headed out
|
050407
|
|
... |
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flux
|
knowledge that the dream had ended. that i was analyzing it, and that i was still asleep.
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050408
|
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... |
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somenom
|
pain pain and more pain
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050524
|
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... |
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Lemon_Soda
|
Not my alarm clock, but my land lady, and hour late. Wich made me late for work. And when I got there, there was 2 pages of complaints and inquiries for me to take care in half the time it takes me to do the job regularly. Boy, it was an adventure. I took care of it though. Yay proffessional!
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050525
|
|
... |
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl
|
my english revision. damn exams, who needs them? my friend got woken up by the bear shitting in the woods. i'm sat here laughing like a freak in a computer room in a library, with someone else in the same room. people know that i'm a freak now. well it's about time they knew anyway.
|
050525
|
|
... |
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skinny
|
bland consciousness, the black sun encroaching like a giant turd.
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050526
|
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... |
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somenom
|
i was talking outloud, it woke me up
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050526
|
|
... |
|
jennifer
|
very very scary nightmare about beating the kids I hated in gradeschool with a baseball bat actually... it wasn't that scary
|
050527
|
|
... |
|
Sonya
|
Tears streaming down my face. I had a dream.. a dream that seemed so beautiful but in the end it was only a dream. I can't figure out if it was from a memory or just my subconscious screaming at me what I really want in my life, but can't have because of emotional fuck-ups. "I can't take my eyes off of you." I turned to my makeshift nightstand only to stare into the beady little eyes of a brown, plush hippo. I wanted to throw him across the room, but I stopped myself. He deserved better than that. I laid in bed for a good hour and just let it all pour out. I can only describe the feeling as that of a wet towel that has been wrung out and hung out to dry in the wind without a second thought. I showered and preened but still felt unalive. I put on my sky blue winter fairy shirt and my carpenter jeans. I brush my black hair and put on my glasses. "You don't dress like a girl." I can't run from you. You are everywhere. Your words scream at me in the darkness. I woke up to the painful memory of you and your horrific words. Are you happy now? Are you??
|
050527
|
|
... |
|
peyton
|
tell your friends not to think out loud until they swallow whisper things into my brain you always sound so hollow i am not a leader of men since i prefer to follow do you think i could have a drink since it's so hard to swallow yeah so hard to swallow till you're dead, the vision aloft and i will say that's all and if you suddenly have the urge you can sing along i touch your hand, touch your face i think the fruit is rotten give me glasses, i have to breathe cause i think i've forgotten yeah think i've forgotten one drink after class that over looks the water i am dreamin seaman's girl it was somebody's daughter now the rain thats on my head was given to me by her and to this dream we all sit around and dream of ways to get higher yeah to get much higher tell your friends not to think out loud until they swallow whisper things into my brain you always sound so hollow i am not a leader of men since i prefer to follow do you think i could have a drink since it's so hard to swallow yeah so hard to swallow
|
050529
|
|
... |
|
unhinged
|
my cousin's autistic baby babbling away so someone would come and get him out of the crib. little ethan is over two and still doesn't talk. just that baby babble that he should have been doing over a year ago and just started. that poor precious adorable little baby. and i eventually peeked out from under the covers and he was peering at me through the slats in his crib trying not to smile. 'i see you smiling at me ethan' and then he let the smile escape and giggled. there are so many little babies in my family these days. what do i need one of my own for? screw that.
|
050529
|
|
... |
|
()
|
(the inimical pull of commerce)
|
050920
|
|
... |
|
mcdougall
|
something unknown, which i'm greatful for because i didn't set my alarm last night
|
050921
|
|
... |
|
nom)
|
i haven't gone to sleep yet!
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050921
|
|
... |
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nom
|
this afternoon my dad vacuuming dragging furniture etcetera etcetera etc.
|
060812
|
|
... |
|
nom
|
the jehovah's witnesses and a headache
|
061219
|
|
... |
|
birdmad
|
a three-part combination of Tonya in kitty-freakout mode knocking some change off the top of the fridge, the TV timer bringing the first news of the morning into my apartment and the sudden need to return the deposit on the pint of grape kool-aid i downed before going to bed
|
061219
|
|
... |
|
pete
|
first, a bladder needing emptying then, an alarm on a clock finally, a bladder needing refilling
|
061220
|
|
... |
|
nom
|
my mom calling me at 10 to tell me my brother made it through the night
|
070315
|
|
... |
|
misstree
|
nothing more than being completely rested. i was still curled exactly up to a perfectly temperatured cuddlebuddy, with even the one-person blanket still snugly around us, and indirect light of chrismas tree and shaded sun gently illuming the morningafternoon around me. i fairly bounced upon waking. i'm not the bouncing type, not for an hour at least. it was a good day.
|
070316
|
|
... |
|
tessa
|
chris on the phone "Good morning, sorry to wake you. Do you happen to know what the security code is?" alarm shrieking in the background he got woken up by the bean his unborn baby they're going to call it Ava
|
070316
|
|
... |
|
.
|
that silly man over there... his name is Shaker.
|
070316
|
|
... |
|
nom
|
my sister on the phone wanting to come over,...
|
070316
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a ringing phone and a low-pitched moan.
|
130523
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
someone hammering something. bang. bang. bang.
|
130524
|
|
... |
|
Norm
|
Nothing.
|
130524
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a centipede crawling across the ceiling. or maybe i was just seeing things in the half-sleep haze. i'm still not sure.
|
130618
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the sound of manic pounding on the door. but no one was there.
|
130627
|
|
... |
|
unhinged
|
my biological clock every morning around 7am rain or shine when did that happen?
|
130627
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
Remembering that I have to tutor online at 10 (it's 9 now). But I stayed in bed. Then, I thought if I could get up early (as if 8:30 is early) I'd be able to finish a cover letter for this secretary-type job I'm applying for before I had to tutor (I can't count on the editing job - all the manager said was that it'd be available in July). I stayed in bed. Then I thought I could write to fanfiction.net and ask them to pretty please include Ulysses in their book category - all I need, I think, is a decent list of characters. And at that idea, I got out of bed. I need better goals in life.
|
130629
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
Technically, I was already awake. But I was still in bed at quarter to 8, listening to other people walking around and the mumbling sound of the kitchen radio, when I heard my father say that Alice Munro had won the Nobel Prize for literature. At that I bounced out of bed and ran into the kitchen, saying that was cool, not so much because she's Canadian but because she writes short stories and the prize more often goes to novelists. More thoughts: I'm not in the Margaret-Atwood-is-Overrated club, but I do like her stories better than her novels. Oh yeah, and if any other Canaduckians are awarded LitNobelity, I nominate her to be next. Already fairly high-profile and all. But Alice Munro is a nice surprise. On the radio, her voice sounds like my grandmother's. (Ironically, the American one, and both grandmothers are dead now, but yeah.)
|
131010
|
|
... |
|
unhinged
|
my roommate getting ready for work
|
131011
|
|
... |
|
jane
|
the cold. all of my bedding is in bags...
|
131011
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
someone screaming at someone else outside. the only part i could make out clearly was, "remind me never to call you again!" the morning after a one_night_stand gone bad, maybe?
|
140416
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
dogs doing their six a.m. woof woof business.
|
140512
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the air conditioner making low factory sounds. vommm, vommm, vommm.
|
140513
|
|
... |
|
past
|
the devil's own car alarms
|
140513
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
another bird_before_the_sun.
|
140514
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a considerate neighbour and some of his friends bashing his house repeatedly, blasting music, hooting and hollering, ripping shingles off the roof and tossing them to the ground, supposedly because of bats in the attic. i haven't seen any bats. at first it sounded like they were hitting a bunch of refrigerators with sledgehammers. loud music and arhythmic banging when it's barely light enough to see … the breakfast of champions. i get the funny feeling they just got drunk early in the morning and thought they'd pretend to be roofers. at least one of them's a madonna fan. that's better than katy perry, anyway.
|
140916
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the same train whistle that sang me awake yesterday. this time i let it sing me back to sleep.
|
211102
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the hum and crunch of garbage being collected.
|
211103
|
|
... |
|
kerry
|
anxiety.
|
211103
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the train whistle. again. after keeping me from sleep around midnight. again. after blowing and blowing in three-minute increments for two hours straight after dinner. again. again. again. again. again. again. again. again. again. again.
|
211201
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
(i meant intervals. not increments. i eat popsicles. not instruments. i jump vestibules. that's ignorant.)
|
211201
|
|
... |
|
kerry
|
the sound of my dog’s ears flapping as he shakes his head.
|
211201
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream about a snow storm that had yet to hit; outside all the snow had melted, leaving scores of sopping leaves like discarded hand towels.
|
211202
|
|
... |
|
Soma
|
my cat's asshole. Why does he wake me up like this on days I desperately need to sleep in? Some intuition to make me suffer, the little devil.
|
211202
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the howling of the wind.
|
211216
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
michael snoring, directly in my face. loudly. at 4 am.
|
211217
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
rain that couldn't decide what it wanted to be.
|
211225
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the sound of sound leaving me.
|
211226
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a single word spoken by a voice i didn't recognize: "you."
|
211230
|
|
... |
|
kerry
|
dr. silver
|
211230
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the hissing of an angry toilet tank.
|
220115
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a throat rubbed with sandpaper.
|
220115
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my bladder and my brain.
|
220203
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
A fake awakening, in which I stared at the ceiling and conjured up wallpaper in the pattern of rocks. When two of those rocks turned into animated dancing lobsters, I freaked out (what's wrong with me? I don't usually hallucinate!) and then woke up for real. The ceiling above me didn't change colours or shapes, except to display the moving-dot illusion that's part of normal vision. And then, my mind determined to be contrary, I registered brief disappointment.
|
220203
|
|
... |
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raze
|
a siren too tired to explain itself.
|
220204
|
|
... |
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tender_square
|
my body sweating beneath sheets.
|
220204
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
aural hallucinations of children calling and crows cawing beyond my basement window at 3 am.
|
220207
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a familiar voice saying goodbye.
|
220209
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
one little bird singing its heart out.
|
220212
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a revving engine.
|
220215
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
that same little bird again.
|
220216
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
my internal alarm clock, waking me ten minutes ahead of schedule.
|
220216
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the relative absence of what was expected to fall from the sky.
|
220217
|
|
... |
|
past
|
a forgotten silent alarm that's apparently been buzzing unattended an hour and a half before the actual alarm since the new year.
|
220217
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the immobility of sleep paralysis turning my bones to bags of sand, my voice to a windless reed.
|
220219
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the aftermath of a not_so_silent_night.
|
220219
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the wind being a belligerent bastard.
|
220220
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
My hand, which still smelled like garlic. That's what I get for cooking.
|
220220
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
A reminder from my mind: "Exam: remember the k's and g's with w sounds. Centum and satem stuff. Look that up." A whimper from Shiloh. Near 7 AM, yipping from the same. Y. got up and took him outside to do his business. I was glad my room was upstairs instead of downstairs. The alarm. I turned it off and went back to sleep until 10, sluggish with mental weight.
|
220221
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
raindrops dancing on my skylight window.
|
220222
|
|
... |
|
Bizzar
|
not my alarm. oops. it's a good thing my tiny chaos goblin is an early riser.
|
220222
|
|
... |
|
not not double negative nr
|
the answer to this is rarely ever not my bladder
|
220222
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
i thought i’d woke by my own volition, but when i removed my earplugs and the furnace stopped running, i realized my alarm had been sounding on the lowest possible setting.
|
220222
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
what kerry said. (anxiety.)
|
220225
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
I woke up at 7:30 when my alarm was set for 8:15, worried, but why? Ukraine? Sanskrit? Wanting to write in my journal? A desire to shift my sleep schedule to be less of a night_owl after the break? (I don't think so, it wasn't premeditated)
|
220225
|
|
... |
|
sins of syntax
|
(my alarm clock was worried, clearly)
|
220225
|
|
... |
|
sems of semantics
|
actually, the alarm clock was a phone
|
220225
|
|
... |
|
kerry
|
my neighbor revving his vintage motorcycle practically under my window it was 8:30 so, okay, but i was enjoying my dream.
|
220302
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a recycling truck doing its business across_the_street.
|
220303
|
|
... |
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tender_square
|
water in the sump pump well filling gradually and steadily, before being ceremoniously carried off into the storm drain.
|
220307
|
|
... |
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raze
|
a conclave of blue jays screaming something brilliant, curving call into song.
|
220309
|
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... |
|
raze
|
a robin chirping, "the sun is here. the sun is here. hey. hey. open your eyes. the sun is here."
|
220310
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a lone member of the dogchestra, shouting into the void.
|
220311
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the sleepy city's morning_breath.
|
220312
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
daylight_savings_time making a mockery of every clock not advanced enough to accommodate its arrogance without human intervention.
|
220313
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
love.
|
220329
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
sleet.
|
220330
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the wind getting carried away again.
|
220331
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
rain pellets improvising a jazz drum solo on the window well cover.
|
220331
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a car alarm that wouldn't quit.
|
220401
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
two yappy dogs trying to out-yap each other. (it was a controversial draw.)
|
220426
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
people with too much time and too little imagination driving in circles as fast as possible.
|
220603
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
last night's emotional leftovers.
|
220604
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
hope that curdled into fermented cream.
|
220606
|
|
... |
|
past
|
fear that my alarm would wake up the little who i took to the spare room after he had a nightmare. i fell back to sleep. then the alarm itself, waking said little, costing me my morning hour to my self.
|
220606
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
someone racing or chasing ghosts at 6:45 a.m.
|
220614
|
|
... |
|
kerry
|
thunder
|
220614
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
(same here.)
|
220616
|
|
... |
|
kerry
|
thunder again, so loud it felt like the ceiling would cave in
|
220616
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my stomach warbling a perfect g above middle c.
|
220618
|
|
... |
|
nr
|
did you just feel in your gut that it was a G? (har har)
|
220618
|
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raze
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(that made me cackle. i wasn't sure if it was a g at first; i had to sing the note and check to be sure. but it was very clear, and very musical, which isn't like my stomach at all.)
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220618
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... |
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tender_square
|
a dream where my father asked me if i was moving on to a phd. my response to him was “i know i could do it, but i have no interest in working in academia after.”
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220619
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... |
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raze
|
the last bit of rain we're likely to get before the next heat_event.
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220620
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... |
|
raze
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the rattling of a pedestal fan that's too old and too tired to care about quieting the sound of its twisted thoughts.
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220621
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... |
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raze
|
two members of the dogchestra warming up their vocal cords.
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220630
|
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... |
|
raze
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the fear of sleeping_in after i_woke_up two hours late in a dream.
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220707
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... |
|
kerry
|
anxiety
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220707
|
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... |
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raze
|
a hand on my knee and nine whispered words.
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220708
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... |
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raze
|
some thoughtful person's bass-heavy car stereo blasting shitty music, bleeding into my dream before kicking me out of it.
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220719
|
|
... |
|
nr
|
more power drilling in the building. reasons why drilling is not a good replacement alarm: -it wakes you up two hours before you need to wake up -it doesn’t stop even after you’ve woken up -it makes you hate everything
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220719
|
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... |
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tender_square
|
the panic of oversleeping, dreams dissipating like dust-blown particles into air.
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220719
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my own mind pushing away the last hour of sleep i hoped to get.
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220720
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the same thing that woke me up yesterday.
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220721
|
|
... |
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tender_square
|
the chime of my alarm, thirteen minutes too late.
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220721
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
thunder at 4:40 a.m.
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220723
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the silver light of a rained-out morning.
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220723
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
disquiet.
|
220724
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
city_workers inventing another bullshit nothing job so they can siphon more money from the pockets of taxpayers who are too busy looking at their phones to notice their pants growing lighter.
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220725
|
|
... |
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tender_square
|
back muscles that contracted into clench.
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220725
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the need to sing another blues_song_for_my_bladder.
|
220726
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
something shifting in the organs of the fridge. either that or some glass jarred condiments were getting it on in the dark.
|
220726
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
pain.
|
220727
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the smell of ripe armpits.
|
220731
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the last of my half_asleep_thoughts.
|
220801
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the distant thrum of electronic drums.
|
220812
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the need to pee (again).
|
220813
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
anticipation of a craft_show, ten minutes before my 7 AM alarm
|
220813
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
same_shit_different_day.
|
220820
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
oddly_specific_recurring_dream (counts as same_shit_different_day)
|
220820
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a delayed_storm, complete with thunder_like_a_gunshot.
|
220821
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
panic.
|
220823
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
for the first time in forever, a train_whistle. but i got back to sleep.
|
220824
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
i wish i knew.
|
220825
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
some idiot neighbour banging on bullshit.
|
220826
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
furious footsteps.
|
220828
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
that same fan whining instead of rattling, exchanging a sound i'm used to by now for one i haven't heard before.
|
220831
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
Even though I'm not working today, my boss calling me to ask about possible students for a mini-group class (it was past 10 AM...I'd fallen back asleep, not early_to_rise)
|
220831
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
something running around on the roof.
|
220901
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a starling crack of thunder shattering sky (alas, the storm was only in my dreams).
|
220901
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
three stunning unfiltered pictures and a beautiful face in motion.
|
220902
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a lost earplug.
|
220902
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
aches in the spaces between bones.
|
220908
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
another fine specimen who saw fit to race a nonexistent opponent at 5:30.
|
220909
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
(and again.)
|
220910
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the end of a dream where all i had left to offer him was crumbs.
|
220913
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
his restless limbs electric with fear for the future.
|
220917
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
unnecessary low_end_information.
|
220918
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the angriest thunder i've ever heard.
|
220919
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
scratching that i was certain came from a rodent but was simply rain pattering a decrepit window.
|
220919
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
dread.
|
220921
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the residue of imagined loss.
|
220929
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a chill worming through the holes in the afghan.
|
220929
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the flotsam of stress dreams.
|
221005
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my old friend the fucking train_whistle.
|
221006
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the panic of having missed him.
|
221006
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the bathroom door’s tongue catching the latch as my father dealt with an upset stomach.
|
221007
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
pieces of metal bumping and grinding.
|
221008
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream where i kissed my ex-husband back from the brink of anaphylactic shock.
|
221015
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a concerned shake from my husband because i was screaming aloud and in my dreams and could not ascertain or recall why.
|
221028
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a light emanating from the hallway.
|
221029
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the low roar of some idiot engine.
|
221101
|
|
... |
|
past
|
the sound of loud coughing and tears, and the acidic smell of bile beside me.
|
221102
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the uncertainty imparted by dst.
|
221106
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
backache and dehydration.
|
221106
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my old friend. the train_whistle.
|
221107
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
(turns out i already blathed that a month ago, only with more profanity. ha.)
|
221107
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the lethargy of being drop-kicked by the universe despite sleeping for seven straight hours.
|
221109
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
everything.
|
221110
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a perfect square of moonlight.
|
221110
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the soulless music of studied incompetence.
|
221114
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream about photocopying.
|
221114
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a thoughtless asshole.
|
221116
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a wildebeest.
|
221116
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my growling_stomach.
|
221117
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the ghost of what woke me the day before yesterday.
|
221118
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the gentle tug of indifference.
|
221119
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the groaning of a low-flying airplane.
|
221120
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the same shit that woke me up yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that. the same shit that'll wake me up again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, and the day after that. feels like i haven't_slept_in_years. i don't know why i bother trying to sleep at all anymore.
|
221126
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the rain's soft babble.
|
221127
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the wind throwing its weight around again.
|
221130
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the cold kiss of december.
|
221201
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
nothing. for once.
|
221202
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream where i was waiting in line for an amusement park while someone sold knockoff t-shirts to the crowd.
|
221203
|
|
... |
|
past
|
being peed on by a three year old.
|
221205
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
past, you have my sympathy but also amusement! What woke me up? A sense of restedness, relief that I could sleep despite the itchiness (but the itchy sensation came back soon enough; it retreats when I stay still). Please go away, itch. I have exciting life things to do, like syntax and crying.
|
221205
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the same mindless wheeze that short-circuits my internal clock every morning now.
|
221206
|
|
... |
|
past
|
e_o_i, i am truly live the most glamorous life of all the skites.
|
221206
|
|
... |
|
past (makes typos)
|
(i am truly live? how did that "am" get there?)
|
221206
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
recycling being collected at 6:25.
|
221208
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
noise-induced insomnia.
|
221209
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the roar of four low_flying_planes.
|
221210
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the fear of sleeping_in (again).
|
221214
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
my back creaking like an old hinge.
|
221214
|
|
... |
|
lycanthrope
|
a drawn breath, a drawn bath, a drawn face. the mellowing and then intensifying charcoal passes of morning. a slap in the mirror like a prizefighter a vague feeling that something terribly important has been forgotten since I last closed my eyes. the round hips of love and lazy morning lust. the demand for tribute from an ancient species the matutinal meow. the cruel reminder from an already warm toilet seat that you're already a step behind. missing the waste basket with the poem you just crumpled as you confess to yourself it's always been mostly coffee.
|
221214
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
renegade rain that should have been snow.
|
221215
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the dismay of having overslept when i'd planned to pack.
|
221220
|
|
... |
|
past
|
a vomitting child.
|
221220
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
it doesn't matter anymore. i wish i never woke up at all.
|
221221
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
my bonfire hair seeping into the pillowcase.
|
221222
|
|
... |
|
past
|
a screaming toddler ready for the day way to early.
|
221222
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a wordless special_weather_statement.
|
221223
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream where i watched my father drown and couldn't save him.
|
221225
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a dream in which one of my friends was killed by a cat.
|
221228
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a mouth so dry that no water could could wet it.
|
221230
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
thinking about vintage telephone tables.
|
221231
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
cold engines idling.
|
230104
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a neighbour whose whole life is low_end_information sitting in his driveway with his stereo turned up loud enough to make my scrotum and its angry occupants dance against their will.
|
230106
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
tinnitus and hoarseness.
|
230115
|
|
... |
|
kerry
|
anxiety and a sore neck.
|
230116
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the same thing that's been ripping me out of sleep before i'm ready to leave almost every day for the last three months and change.
|
230117
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
I don't know exactly what did the initial waking, but I kept awake because I started laughing about a dream I just had. Like, who dreams of hearing a novelty Christmas song about the fall of the Berlin wall?? If only every dream of mine could be blessed with such silly specificity! I lay in bed giggling - and it's VERY rare I'm in a good humour when I wake up for the day before meaning to (it was 6 and my alarm was set for 6:45).
|
230117
|
|
... |
|
e_o_i
|
(I put the remembered lyrics in my pink notebook, but it's not with me now. If I don't collapse into an exhausted heap when I get home, it's definitely going on blather.)
|
230117
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
rain and recycling trucks.
|
230119
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the same sound that's going to kill me.
|
230120
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the train_whistle that never ceases, a yappy dog throwing a tantrum, and the neighbour who fancies himself a poet sitting in his driveway blasting talk_radio so loud i could almost feel the voices of strangers kissing my colon. in that order.
|
230127
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the slow, steady trickle of melting snow as it fell into the sump pump well, like chinese water torture.
|
230127
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my body's memory of what woke me yesterday.
|
230128
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the pounding of my pulse through the palm of my hand.
|
230129
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
cats in the throes of passion.
|
230130
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
sinusitis.
|
230131
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
essex_terminal_railway
|
230201
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
it doesn't even matter anymore.
|
230202
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
something thick and heavy being struck.
|
230203
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the white light of day so incandescent it burned through my sleep mask.
|
230205
|
|
... |
|
past
|
getting vomited on. (incidentally, this is also what woke me up in the middle of the night.)
|
230208
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
god's piss pelting my least favourite pane of glass.
|
230209
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
overwhelming loneliness.
|
230213
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
take a guess.
|
230214
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the panic of hearing footsteps on stairs. i was convinced someone had broken in the basement and was stomping up the stairs to my floor. turns out, my next door neighbour was clomping around in boots on his deck outside my bedroom window.
|
230216
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
roofers driving nails into my consciousness at six a.m.
|
230217
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the desperate groaning of a pneumatic engine that should have been put out of its misery a long time ago.
|
230223
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
yet another blues_song_for_my_bladder.
|
230224
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a bird with a song like a wet skipping stone.
|
230227
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
inexplicable thunder.
|
230227
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
two feral cats getting mighty territorial.
|
230228
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my gut voicing a litany of rhythmic complaints.
|
230308
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
bursts of birdsong.
|
230309
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
pieces of velcro being torn apart.
|
230311
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my own goddamn gummed-up brain.
|
230312
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my belligerent belly saying, "beat it."
|
230313
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a woodpecker doing work.
|
230319
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my old friend the train_whistle.
|
230320
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a bird in search of a booty call, a jackass racing invisible opponents in the dark, a city vehicle as ugly as the inner workings of its occupants, and a dog who never shuts up even though it has nothing of substance to say. in that order.
|
230330
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a dove's persistent single-note song.
|
230402
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the antiquated ass cheese of a loudmouth locomotive.
|
230411
|
|
... |
|
past
|
bird song at dawn floating in the open window.
|
230413
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
recycling_day.
|
230414
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the sound of the city killing another healthy tree.
|
230421
|
|
... |
|
Elytis
|
An exam I was happy to finish. When I was done my prof whispered "I wish you'd come back, you're a really good writer". It's a dead dream now, but not the end of everything.
|
230421
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the bottom of the big toe on my right foot going numb.
|
230424
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
stephanie's yappy dog barking at his own shadow.
|
230425
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
(and again.)
|
230428
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream about the board game monopoly. and i wonder if it's chance cards mean something (go directly to jail; do not pass go, do not collect $200).
|
230429
|
|
... |
|
jane
|
these days it’s almost always the orange cat
|
230429
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a door opening on its own.
|
230503
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the chime from the alarm i set when i worried that i would sleep the day away.
|
230507
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my neighbour sitting in his driveway blasting bass-heavy bullshit music.
|
230508
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
my father's voice, stirring me from a sleep that for once wasn't interrupted by the soulless machinery of a world that values profit over people.
|
230509
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the ringing of a phantom doorbell.
|
230513
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream where the tenant grabbed my ass and said "come sit on my lap."
|
230513
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream about an ex-boyfriend where he admitted plainly to my parents and to me how much of a drug addict he used to be.
|
230514
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
everything.
|
230516
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream where my sisters were living with me because my attitude was "life already sucks with the tenant, why not add more?" i was still trying to ice them out while we lived in the same space, sharing a kitchen and a bathroom.
|
230516
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the stench of skunk, the worry of work, the residue of a dream where i was ingratiating toward my ex-husband.
|
230605
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a muffler that needs to be put out of its misery.
|
230607
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the city taking an hour and a half to collect the recycling on our street. it's not a long street.
|
230608
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
yet another bird_before_the_sun.
|
230622
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a sore ear.
|
230629
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
what sounded like someone knocking twice on my bedroom window.
|
230708
|
|
... |
|
past
|
future wailing, one of her brothers kicking me.
|
230708
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a dream where i was rummaging through a fridge, studying cubed jewels of fruit floating in their syrup of their making.
|
230709
|
|
... |
|
past
|
a muffled alarm singing through the heap of blankets on the floor beside the bed i was sleeping in, after being displaced from my own by two of the littles in the night.
|
230711
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
a thunderstorm at 5:00 a.m.
|
230715
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
the dew of a new day.
|
230715
|
|
... |
|
raze
|
the sound of someone who couldn't be bothered to put their garbage out last night chucking plastic pails onto their lawn at the last possible second.
|
230719
|
|
... |
|
tender_square
|
a work-related stress dream when i am a woman without deadlines.
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230727
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tender_square
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the bravado of bullfrogs.
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230729
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tender_square
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the pressing need to urinate at dawn's insistence.
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230730
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raze
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someone with no life making love to their lawn.
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230731
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raze
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what sounded like two airplane engines having sloppy sex.
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230822
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raze
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the squeaking of the front_door.
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230823
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raze
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the same storm that raged all night and bled into my dreams.
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230824
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tender_square
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lightning strobing the sky more frequently than a rave.
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230824
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... |
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raze
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the sound of someone shovelling nonexistent snow in late august.
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230828
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... |
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raze
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i'll give you a hint: it rhymes with "brain thistle".
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230829
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raze
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another faceless person in a hurry to go nowhere.
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230830
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e_o_i
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The tendency of fluids to move downwards (3 AM: having to pee. 6:30 AM: loud rain).
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230830
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... |
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raze
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the squeaky door again. twice.
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230905
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... |
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raze
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a neighbour opening and closing her car doors about a million times.
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230911
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raze
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two people who didn't know how to properly lock their vehicles.
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230913
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... |
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raze
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one of the least talented members of the dogchestra.
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230914
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... |
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raze
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more street racing, a dead air_conditioner, the need to piss, and two overpaid assholes mutilating a tree.
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230915
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raze
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two goons collecting garbage.
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230920
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Soma
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My cat curling up onto my outstretched arm, his small claws flexing into me in a show of happiness blended with discomfort. They startle me with a sharpness that doesn’t cut, but stings. I roll onto my side, carefully shifting him off my bones and onto the designated pillow around which my body curls like some clingy babe. It’s dim still, and my bleary gaze turns to the window, where I can just barely see the peaks of “The Dog” watching the house where I sleep. “Too early for you to rise” his leafy voice rustles. So i go back to bed, a cat purring next to my core.
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230921
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raze
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the idling of idiot engines.
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230923
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Soma
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The clatter of a prescription bottle of pills hitting the tile floor.
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230924
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... |
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raze
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imaginary blood.
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230926
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raze
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the sound of empty cardboard containers and glass jars being thrown.
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230928
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raze
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the power cutting out and coming back on again.
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231004
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raze
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street racing before there was any sun in the sky, someone blasting bass-heavy music loud enough to knock the fillings from god's teeth, and then the same chainsaw noise that ripped me out of sleep yesterday.
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231019
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raze
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the mumbling of some imagined engine.
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231024
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Soma
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A heavy crash. I hear the sound of rummaging downstairs, something being knocked over, plastic being scooted. I'm home alone, or so I thought. Creeping down the stairs I hear a sneeze. A small one. Cat sized. The only intrusion is apparently that of my feline companion into the pantry. He's somehow opened the latch and is helping himself to kibble and treats.
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231025
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raze
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the melody of a song that doesn't exist, that fled as soon as i finished dreaming it.
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231026
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raze
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smacking my knee on the back of a heavy wooden tv stand.
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231031
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raze
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the wind doing a fine impersonation of a woodpecker.
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231102
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raze
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the train_whistle. on a sunday. on a fucking sunday. thirteen months of this now. i don't remember what a decent sleep feels like. it doesn't exist anymore. it never will again.
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231119
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raze
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the train_whistle. again. at 6:51. because why should this_year be any different from the last?
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240103
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raze
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the same putrid sound pissing in my ear at the exact same time.
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240104
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raze
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steel and glass.
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240105
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raze
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wind that sounded like a giant pushing a massive shopping cart full of everything that mattered to them.
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240113
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raze
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the realization that i'd slept in.
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240117
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raze
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two low_flying_planes.
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240202
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raze
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the train whistle. the train whistle. the train whistle. teouf wdhguoeghfiuy ewhoudewhfouhe.
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240208
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raze
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a dream about a tree that left me as soon as i opened my eyes.
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240209
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raze
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the train whistle. at 1:30. then again at 6:45. destroying my sleep on both ends. i don't know why i bother getting out of bed anymore. there's no peace. there's no relief. it never ends. it only gets worse.
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240223
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raze
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emotional scar tissue tearing itself open while i slept.
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240225
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raze
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the menacing howl of some invisible motor.
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240227
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raze
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the sky being an asshole.
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240428
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raze
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a multidisciplinary moron mowing his lawn.
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240514
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e_o_i
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The first time, too early? Rhymes with "train" and is airborne. And then hogs. A barge lumber of hogs, parking. (I'm not used to this leaving-window-open weather yet.)
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240516
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raze
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a storm that sounded like a flood.
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240525
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raze
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street racing at 6:40 a.m.
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240601
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raze
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a collage of imagined car horn histrionics.
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240613
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raze
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someone banging on something.
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240614
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raze
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a thunderstorm that shook the sky before the sun saw fit to show itself.
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240617
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raze
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another storm that shivered and swelled all night long. it must have interrupted my sleep twenty times.
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240629
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raze
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the thoughtful neighbour who's been "doing work" in his back yard for two months now, with no end in sight.
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240711
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raze
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and again.
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240723
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Soma
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nothing – except my own cessation of sleep.
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240723
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Soma
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the piercing shrill whine of a large, idling truck engine.
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240724
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Soma
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Nonsensical yells in the neighbor's driveway giving way to a "fuck you!" before the throaty growl of a car could be heard as it sped away.
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240725
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Soma
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that fucking truck.
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240726
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Soma
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pain in my abdomen. I stayed awake, relieved in the knowledge that it was last time I would ever feel this particular pain.
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240727
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raze
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the end of a dream about a writer i've never met.
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240728
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raze
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the heavy drumming of rain at 3:00 a.m.
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240730
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raze
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three farts from a foghorn.
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240812
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raze
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a storm i wasn't told to expect.
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240827
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e_o_i
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An Amber Alert broadcast on phones, I think about a grandmother kidnapping her granddaughter in a nearby town. To me it was just an annoying sound, but I hope whatever problems in that family are made bearable and the kid is all right.
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240827
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raze
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the train_whistle, for what must have been the six hundredth time.
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240828
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Soma
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Nothing woke me as i was already awake, staring listlessly at the whirring ceiling fan above me.
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240830
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raze
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more 3:00 a.m. rain.
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240831
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raze
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an endless string of half_asleep_thoughts.
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240905
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Soma
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the sound of the garbage trucks driving about, their deep rumbling engines going down the street behind our house.
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240905
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raze
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that same thoughtful person who still hasn't finished work on his ugly deck and enclosed porch and has been destroying my ability to sleep, wake up, or relax in my own house for four months now.
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240906
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raze
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a truck collecting yard waste.
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240907
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Soma
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a spasm of pain as it appears my chest attempted to draw my brain down into it overnight.
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240913
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raze
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the train_whistle. because why should anything change after two years of near-constant torment?
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240923
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... |
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raze
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the knowledge of what's coming, and my inability to circumvent it.
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240929
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... |
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raze
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the train_whistle. at 6:50. just like old times.
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241003
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raze
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the government-mandated widening of a sidewalk no one ever uses.
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241004
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raze
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the lonesome moan of an airplane.
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241009
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raze
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the recycling truck (a thursday special).
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241010
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raze
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the usual shit.
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241011
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Soma
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A dream that I had gone to work as an unexpected exorcist, and was listening to the demons whispering in my mattress. I closed my eyes, and they pulled me under the covers, submerged me in darkness. As I began to suffocate, I woke up, tangled in the sheets and certain I still heard them rasping in the back of my skull. I turned on the lights and cried in the middle of the floor, shaking like I’d just narrowly missed death.
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241011
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raze
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for the first time in recent_memory, only my internal_clock.
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241014
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... |
|
raze
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a thoughtful person revving their engine repeatedly. at 5:30. in the dark.
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241029
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raze
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a headache.
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241112
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... |
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raze
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mother nature's morning_breath.
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241126
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... |
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raze
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three low_flying_planes.
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241202
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... |
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raze
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the train_whistle. it's only been twenty-six months of ceaseless sonic torture. so_what?
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241203
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... |
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raze
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the wind. the train_whistle. a recycling truck. an airplane. in that order.
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241205
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Soma
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I was cold, uneasy, and wide awake. It was 4am on the nose, and there wasn't a single reason I could tell awoke me. I trundled downstairs to have a cup of tea, then went back to sleep. When I woke again at 6am, I saw that I had missed a text message from my beloved. Timestamp of 4:01am. "Are you up? I'm so anxious and want to talk." everything_is_connected. But all the connections in the world and I still missed that text.
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241205
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Soma
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Another bloody coughing fit.
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241207
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... |
|
raze
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some moron driving like a maniac at 4:35.
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241209
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... |
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raze
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planes_trains_and_automobiles.
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241220
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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