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The Least Weird Person I Know: Hobo Days
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Wednesday, October 25, 2006. Daddy cut the charcoal. And rubbed it on my face. I tied the jeans with a piece of cord. From the an old curtain rod. My fingers got blackened. All on their own,. When I crumpled newspaper for my old bandana. A stick, a stick. I needed a stick. It was one of those cold October. Nights. Dad's old blazer. Hung well past my knees. In the pocket. A business card for Lujack's Automotive. Opened, to hobos and spooks,.
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The Least Weird Person I Know: Questions for a Girlfriend
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. Questions for a Girlfriend. Sweetie I don't have to know what you see,. When he turns his baseball hat ghetto-sideways. I don't need to know. How you met, or the. Circumstances of seduction that, anyway, become. Like a math equation to someone not there. I won't ask you, lovely, what he said the first time,. That made your stomach flutter. Because that is a language that does not. Translate to anyone else.
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The Least Weird Person I Know: Shiny Happy Me
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. This is the answer: believe. Sleep when you are tired. Eat when you are hungry. Be kind. Be firm. Look forward in pink,. Look backward with reason. Keep moving, keep dancing. This is the answer: be broken. Are laid out before you anyway. Be shattered, when exhaustion. Promises to swallow you anyway. Be imperfect when flaws. Gain the highest ground anyway. Be lost, when the destination is. Of breaking dawn,.
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The Least Weird Person I Know: All That is Hidden
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Wednesday, February 17, 2010. All That is Hidden. We catch the search lights. Like fireflies. They are stuffed into. Spaghetti sauce jars, the broken beams. Squinting through a punched out. A twisted Norwegian maple. If we laugh, the rubber. Tire interrupts us,. Breast of her trunk. To remind us where we are. All her tiny, nonsensical babble. Is a trip wire to last night's. Dreams, shooting up through. Us, like eel shocks. Still.
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The Least Weird Person I Know: No Words For It
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Tuesday, August 01, 2006. No Words For It. Everything I have ever done is a mistake. I see that now, now that I am in this room. I’ve taken trains out, to Leicester and Saffron Walden, and back in. The wrong ticket, or the wrong platform. Met the wrong woman, at the wrong time. For the wrong reasons. But hey, you know, baby, don’t you? Why would I say yes to that request to work abroad, if you were here, here, here? 8221; some shithead sa...
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The Least Weird Person I Know: Repeating Voices
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Wednesday, February 11, 2009. I've got to learn a song, so I've got to play. Over and over, to catch the melody. To carve the lyrics into the hardest. Bone of my skull. Like generations of Buendias, the "carousel of. Time" keeps spinning in my head,. Even through the fog of sleep. Now a tinkling music box, Open open open. At the same lyric and note. Not repeating, but exacting the meaning. From words said the same way. Honk If You Compost.
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The Least Weird Person I Know: Bug Off
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Thursday, July 08, 2010. I made the video but did not. Notice until I played back and. Listened, really,. To the recorded device embedded. In that twisted hardware,. That birds sang to me. My mind munched at the days'. The reality of the now. I forgot to swat. The mosquito so he. Earwigs had to be soaped up,. Dispelled from the garden,. So that for an evening,. We could eat our pesto in peace. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Least Weird Person I Know: Where Paradise Begins
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Tuesday, July 21, 2009. She walked slowly, putting a heel in front of a. Toe, and when she arrived to the corner. She asked the man who was waiting there-. The one who wore too much aftershave- if he knew. Where to find Paradise Grill, and she. Described the place before he had a chance. To answer. "The vinyl booths are red,. But not just red. the stars shine from the. Seats and above the counter, there's a. The light was in her favor.
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The Least Weird Person I Know: Under a Sheltering Sky
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Thursday, April 19, 2007. Under a Sheltering Sky. When I look up at you looking down. Say it was only a dream. How many days will it take, now,. Before that sad-faced doctor's expression will leave me? How many countries will I run to, looking out into oceans. Thinking they are as empty as me,. Looking into strange, smiling faces. Awkward in my dead silence. Twirl me about and twirl me around. Let me grow dizzy and fall to the ground.
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The Least Weird Person I Know: Dispel The Whooping
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The Least Weird Person I Know. A qualitative search for normality. Saturday, January 15, 2011. I got up and did not sleep. Rather than lie there. Through the long night. Hours ago, I closed the doors,. To not hear you. What takes on the grating angst. And cures a broken wing. What fears a long night ending. And a longer weekend not? Who says: You are perfect. Even when the mind's echoes titter? Who believes that tomorrow. Will bring the rise of the sun. And spring against the. Against the 3 am doubts.
