At some point, early on in our relationship, Morrison and I were discussing something that I of course can’t recall. It went something like: Morrison: I’m loving how easy this element of our combined life and …
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it Has to be Hard
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GLAMOUR; LUXURY
To any of those who, for whatever reason, are under the false impression that my life is in any way elegant or charming, HERE IS THE ROACH THAT JUST DIED ON MY SHOE.
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ASSISTANCE, S’IL VOUS PLAIT
WOKE UP TRAPPED IN A FRENCH FILM ABOUT LONGING AND PAIN AND PAJAMAS PLEASE SEND HELP / HAIRBRUSHES / BAGUETTES
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I kale deeply
I dreamt I went back to the theater to get the only existing copy of The Cake so that I could rewrite it (no such thing as computers in this dream world). I frantically looked …
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Basicbucks
I know I’m supposed to only love fair trade Ethiopian first cold pressed hints of earth nuts coffee, but I LOVE STARBUCKS AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT. They have sandwiches. They have bathrooms. …
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fantasy cookbook
I dreamt Gwyneth Paltrow gifted me with a cookbook full of recipes for cookies that look like toys and cakes that look like skating rink birthday parties and and pies that look like the aisles …
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phreedom
I dreamt that my friend showed me her new phone. It was an old school flip phone, small and white like an angel’s marshmallow snack. She showed me how it worked and I watched like …
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He can / I can’t
Sometimes I forget that Morrison can dance his face off like a love interest in an movie a la good ol’ Bing Crosby days. He studied ballroom dance in high school, and so when the …
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get it while you can
I have always fancied myself a nighttime writer, whose brain is the most open and active and night, who types best cloaked in darkness. Maybe that was once true. But lately, by ‘most open and …
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ellusive dreampiphany
Dreamt I was writing in a beautiful green meadow, with a pencil in a clean white college ruled notebook. I was JOURNALING, even, writing towards figuring out exactly what it is that’s blocking me from …