I want to think that love – and I speak of MARRIAGE love – knows no reason or limits. One day. Hmm. How does one know even? How does it feel? Is it something penciled …
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marriage, when and how
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skittles
The best lover picks out the red ones and puts them in her hand, enduring the sick murder of purple and greens in his mouth. He suffers for her, and she likes it.
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Are you Cinderella?
My mom and I were halfway up the steep as hill that cuts through the woods towards our house. We were after-dinner walking off our carrot salads and bison burgers. I’m not even sure. I …
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dirty hairy potter
ummm…as a recent addition to the ‘I am obsessed with Harry Potter and all things Hermione and Quidditch’ wagon of band, I must sayeth – I protesteth – to this: Uh – i feel funny …
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embarassing
The old man was playing Heal the World on his dirty saxophone for earned gifts of ones and smiles. (People tend to give each other gifts, as acts of kindness and thanks: ranging from facial …
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my ladies.
In light of my recent melancholy/angst, and fueled by the strangely empowering women/theater event I attended last night, I feel called upon to highlight the lovely, accountable, talented, pretty ladies I am honored to have …
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impulsive
1. actuated or swayed by emotional or involuntary impulses: an impulsive child. 2. having the power or effect of impelling; characterized by impulsion: impulsive forces. 3. inciting to action: the impulsive effects of a revolutionary …
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Big/Small
I want to go home. Little Brother just got home, kind of sad, kind of drunk. He is Talking about how he’ll miss his good high school friends, then trips over a floor lamp. …
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Flat Stanley
Fanbase, it is totally possible to mail oneself. With the price of air fare going up, and up: risks of terrorism, death by lightning, and old women smuggling on large blocks of cheese disguised as …
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crying
Let this be known: it is hard to apply make up while crying. One’s face says: Do not put that stuff on me. I don’t want to look pretty right now. I want to be …