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i wrote you down,

I wrote you down, because I could not bear to keep you in my head any longer. You were a lot of attempted beginnings and unfinished endings. Every word I wrote confined and limited you. There was just something beautifully intangible about leaving you unwritten. I could never grasp you, I never wanted to. You were always just out of my reach. And I needed that. And I began to lose you, in some beautifully heartbreaking manner. I said it was healthy. I said you were a dream. That your ghost was just residue from some faint memory of your face. I had to say goodbye. So I wrote you down as best as I could. I wrote

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I Found You

I I found you in a hospital bed. You looked so fragile lying there, gaunt face and pale gown, clinging to your delicate frame. You were breathing so soft, mumbling that sometimes, it hurts too much to look up to the sky. I wanted to paint the white walls with every color of your soul. II I found you in the corner of a danceclub. The booming bass and crashing (pound) drumset, laughter and electric (Pound) lights, a hazy stagger. Sweat and a slight scent of booze. Skin (POUND) glistens, bodies press together. heavyhotm

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My bike is a vintage 1973 Raleigh handed down to me by my father. The steel frame I use to bike those forty miles to and from class every day is the same one he used on his campus, way back in the Bronze Age. Sure, I've replaced the brakes, the shifters, the chain, the pedals, the wheels, and about half the rider, but the core of the thing is unchanged. It's only natural, then, that I was replacing the brake cable when I discovered them. I'd been inserting a Dremel bit to cut some sheathe when I thought to wear eye protection, and what should I find when rifling through the mess called my father's garage but a pair of glasses that could h

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Peppermint

I could have been a blanket. Or a book cover. I could have found myself as any number of wrappings wrapped around any number of different things, but I was made into only one thing, as with anything else. As with her. I was a candy wrapper. Born by machines born by men, I had a million siblings exactly the same. I am sure that they all found their own candies to wrap around; indeed, I am sure that there were millions of candies exactly the same as she. The difference between me and my brothers, however, was that I was hers, and the difference between her and her sisters was that she was mine. It was an instantaneous bond, a perfect re

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Angles and Angels

I had always hated the walk up to Dr. Shapacia's building. Not the act of walking, mind you, but the walkway itself. It was one of those cement-tiled walks typical of medical buildings, constantly twisted and intersected upon itself and the walkways to other buildings, with a few artificial plots of grass or saplings planted here and there. The problem was, the tiles didn't line up rightly. Because of the way they intersected, there was always a tile that was cut off by another, a triangle where there should have been a rectangle, a trapezoid where there should have been a square. The pat

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Deviant for 19 years
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hatsoff2mrcobain

Apr 9, 2008

Devious Journal Entry

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Somebody needs to tell me how a year and a half manages to fit so fucking nicely into three shopping bags. Why I'm dreaming what I am. How a few hours have managed to bury themselves in my head.  Time, fucking time. It's hard to make decisions when you think about the possible repercussions of every minute action you make.  How two inches could've meant an entirely different life. An entirely different lover.   Less time.  Less art.  More comfort. Despite this all, I know that there will be some sort of a resolve. Honestly, I'm excited to live this out.  Day-to-day life is refreshing.  In a new, terrifying way.

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hatsoff2mrcobain

Mar 23, 2008

It's Only

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"It's only time." It's only miles.  It's only reality. I'm writing again.  

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hatsoff2mrcobain

Oct 4, 2006

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i'm sorry i've been gone so long. words offered me comfort for a very long time.  lately they've failed me.  fucked me over. i'm trying.

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hello are you there?

every now and then

cool! hope everything's good

am watching you again, will go through stuff i havent read when i have time.

augustmelody

Feb 23, 2009

Hello,

I'm sending messages to my watchers letting them know that I've appreciated them throughout the years and it was very flattering that over 100 people were interested enough in my work to add me to their watch list. I'd like to redirect you to my most recent journal entry, where I describe why I'm leaving the site. The bottom suggests different ways to follow my work, and most importantly gives the link to my blog: kaylieabela [dot] blogspot [dot] com. I wish you luck with your future endeavors as well!

Vhojre

Apr 23, 2008

hahaha i remember you too! how goes it? mr cobain has no need for hats. 'haha'

Your work has lots of searching in it - lots of opening up to the stuff of life and the world that creates it. Nifty.