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rocksnowhite: a man of words
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Monday, January 5. A man of words. He said: you gotta do them things yourself. cause no one will do 'em for ya. I nodded. and kept sobbing. thinking my drama was so big that I wanted the Earth to stay still for me and not just movie wise. He said: you're pretty. I similed. and kept questioning. my face reflected in his eyes was prettier that any mirror could have shown, but was to eerie to be true. He said: you're the procrastinator. He said: cross that bridge when you get there. Hey, how are you doing?
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rocksnowhite: ..all they wanted was to hug
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Thursday, January 8. All they wanted was to hug. Boy and girl hold hands on top of the world, their faces pressed to the sky. He tries to kiss her, but this big cloud is in between. She smiles and looks away wondering why he's hesitating. She did not see the cloud. She holds his hand tighter to build up confidence. Then he lets go to pick a raindrop for her. She lets out a tear thinking he let go for good. She turns over to him to hold him. But the sun has just risen between them. 8 January 2009 at 09:54.
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rocksnowhite: June 2009
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Wednesday, June 3. So what do you know? Do you know what it's like to cross oceans over imaginary bridges. Do you know what it's like to swim across a sea of questions. Do you know what it's like to make friends with peril and break it. Do you know what it's like to make a clay face smile. Do you know what it's like to run after having ran after someone. Do you know what it's like to turn the pages of a wordless book. Do you know what it's like to mirror your thirst in an empty glass. The Halley Comet wa...
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rocksnowhite: September 2008
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Tuesday, September 30. The sad yield of the heart’s protuberance. Night led the way to an upcoming morning. The girl eventually woke up although she expected not to. Her eyes had been swollen from all that crying. Emptyless cries of grief and salt had wet the bed she had taken for virgin. Too many chances had been taken on those same sheets and not by her. She was damn sure of it. She got out of bed and walked her three steps towards that hotel-room mirror:. Mirror shows same girl nodding. Mirror crashes...
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rocksnowhite: April 2009
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Monday, April 13. The old man was holding her tiny hand as gentle as he could. the grip was a dialogue in itself, but words had to fill in the gaps of silence. he used his giant fingers to bit his lower lip and pointed ahead. the little girl was watching his hand and the cartoon words leaving his mouth towards the designated direction. What about the rules? The little girl asked in a fast blink of an eye. Replied the old man. You're right. but once in a while you have to step out of the circle. A Diva's ...
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rocksnowhite: letter from a distant friend
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Wednesday, January 21. Letter from a distant friend. Hope my letter simply finds you. I burden you with troubling news that I have recently been leading man of. Here it goes:. This enveloped corpse lands in my letter-box the other day. I pick it up, open it and was surprised to find a paper cut dead body inside: origami suicide was my first thought. But then.What could I make of it? Why did I get it? Was the paper corpse a mock up of my own body? Or just a mocking innuendo? Enough about me, though. When ...
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rocksnowhite: so what do you know?
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Wednesday, June 3. So what do you know? Do you know what it's like to cross oceans over imaginary bridges. Do you know what it's like to swim across a sea of questions. Do you know what it's like to make friends with peril and break it. Do you know what it's like to make a clay face smile. Do you know what it's like to run after having ran after someone. Do you know what it's like to turn the pages of a wordless book. Do you know what it's like to mirror your thirst in an empty glass. Talk To The Press G...
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rocksnowhite: sorry seems to be...
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Friday, December 19. Sorry seems to be. Before excitement turns to boredom there’s the unique and sometimes indescribable first time. What about daily first times? I’ve been ignoring them for the last couple of days. I’ve missed the points that mattered and pillowed my disturbed head on fluffy misconceptions. I’ve been swimming waters of delusion and feared drowning in sorrow while standing on the shore. I’ve been floating on the bottom of my deepest fears counting my slow motion breaths. The Halley Come...
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rocksnowhite: talk the walk
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Monday, April 13. The old man was holding her tiny hand as gentle as he could. the grip was a dialogue in itself, but words had to fill in the gaps of silence. he used his giant fingers to bit his lower lip and pointed ahead. the little girl was watching his hand and the cartoon words leaving his mouth towards the designated direction. What about the rules? The little girl asked in a fast blink of an eye. Replied the old man. You're right. but once in a while you have to step out of the circle. Once in a...
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