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playing with fire
little incendiary fumbling in the dark with your matchbox shut failing to strike a light little firebrand ashen with fear fallen into the grate and burnt on the coals don’t you ever learn? save or destroy but never at the other’s expense.
notes from a darkened room
can i write in the dark? i do not mind the dark except it makes it hard to see the lines on which my pen is running. i do not mind the dark, because being in the dark with people i don’t know is almost as good as being alone. if you can’t see the … Read more
little rebel
i’m being stubborn like a child i don’t want to give in i’m being selfish like a starfish i don’t want to let go the more i need to the more i don’t want to and vice-versa conversely i’m driving me crazy slowly and surely i’m old enough to know better to be good so … Read more
chew on this: love
“self-centeredness tries to take what it wants without offering the love (that thing) demands. it’s not loving to try to get from someone what would make you feel good without providing the context that would be the best for the other person.” — johnny vanderhorst “let each of you look not only to his own … Read more
verbal adversity
i wanted to say something to you, which was ‘let’s talk some time — about anything, or nothing” but i realized that wouldn’t work because all the witty things i’d planned in advance start to unravel when it’s time for saying them and i am left limp, muttering inanities under my breath. why is the … Read more
silent shouts
suppose space isn’t silent suppose it’s filled with shapes of sound undetectable by man-made machines suppose the star-studded blackness is singing and screaming all the secrets of the universe so shocking the knowing would shred your sanity and sever your solar system suppose space isn’t silent — would you die to find out?
fancy frayed
i’ve imagined a tomorrow — a whole series of them, in fact suited for illustration in comical pen and ink to be sold for $20 a print and hung on the walls of the living rooms of a set smarter than i subscribe to — and it is charming with a cherry-red door one million … Read more
oh introverted world
have you been standing on my doorstep all this time? i must apologize — my ears are blind when i’m lost in my mind sometimes i don’t come out for days my gaze is absent, inward toward your face i turn only a deaf eye
