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4 Him: February 2007
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Saturday, February 17, 2007. Current mood: kudos disabled. Ass-circle / murderer / air fingers the night. Decaf . grey. Baked chicken: legs, thighs. Speak up, you mumble-stab. I have lost my heart in the black net of the garden. Posted by Tasha Klein at 3:21 AM. View my complete profile. Bad acid, i guess. We got the radio wet. I think of you Tanita Tikaram. Happy new year, my most beautiful inspiration. Gipsy Boy and Girl. But what if my lips are fuzzy little sunlit kisses. Knotted silver, tackle.
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4 Him: May 2006
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Tuesday, May 30, 2006. I'm in edit hell. We put on a mask. You take my arm &. Those who have stayed too long. The streets are full of electronic puddles. We switch off the lights. Making the turn &. Like a slash across the sky. Of losing my age. Of being left in this strange new world. The open thought of this is an actual. Posted by Tasha Klein at 2:52 PM. Monday, May 29, 2006. DIS (play) 01]: 'REALMS' Real Dreams. I love the rain. Perhaps we've been on this street before. As soon as my feet make. A cou...
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4 Him: April 2006
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Sunday, April 09, 2006. I Noticed Your Cigarette and . And you smelled like a mouth. Let's do it over there. In the back light of. You'd have bigger balls if you. You smacked my ass and. Tonite the sky is not black. Your 20 page notebook. Left in the shade. Posted by Tasha Klein at 10:39 PM. Daze Nutn Like It. You bead the last lucky star into your. Love is: a pink stall. The tangle of imperfect limbs. Posted by Tasha Klein at 10:36 PM. Monday, April 03, 2006. You've Got A Beautiful Voice. I am with you.
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4 Him: December 2006
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Friday, December 29, 2006. I wrote a word of answer and compliment on a leaf out of my pocketbook, day upon my dress. As you were arranging yourself around the dark; there were even a few voluptuous flowers climbing into the fountain. Their funny eyes cartooning you. How long will we stay in this heading. An old battery on a young body. the broken head. You know how I hate to come here. Just to peel your orange. Posted by Tasha Klein at 7:59 PM. Monday, December 25, 2006. Merry Xmas, Baby . Of course I do.
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4 Him: June 2006
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006. Posted by Tasha Klein at 11:30 PM. Tuesday, June 27, 2006. Rain Dream On A Big Brass Bed. The pillow I hold. Turns into a body. The rain is no longer. Too sad or immense. Posted by Tasha Klein at 4:05 AM. Sunday, June 25, 2006. I Wasn't Typing Like A Drunk Ghost. I like how everytime. I lift my head to drink. I like how your mirror is just. Posted by Tasha Klein at 2:25 AM. Wednesday, June 21, 2006. Computers left on, totally nude and flawless. Your dickory dock wet dream. Wedne...
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4 Him: January 2007
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Saturday, January 20, 2007. I send you my moon-kissed fist. Mittens in the cigar clatter of the thoughtless television. Excuse me good morning good bye. I know nothing in this room. Drunk by dawn on other people's lies. Posted by Tasha Klein at 4:12 AM. Wednesday, January 17, 2007. Among the fantastic stars. Your flitterings in adjectives. And leaping life and Bytes: eyes speak. More close will come. Your language will sell. Posted by Tasha Klein at 4:50 PM. Wednesday, January 03, 2007. I miss no one.
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4 Him: August 2006
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006. Not poem hands) little anything with hands. Because no circling winks are lost. That creates the temple. Of mushy want poems. I wrote this one. To the boy with the mini. His nodding face on my back. Everything cube and cool. Posted by Tasha Klein at 1:52 AM. Wednesday, August 23, 2006. The endless season of. Burned coffee and campfire smell. It sounds like snow. And she drops the bone-cup. The bandanna to pick up a soft roaring. Posted by Tasha Klein at 11:14 PM. Things don't ...
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4 Him: July 2006
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Sunday, July 30, 2006. Tash, I don't think anything can fix me. I feel very batlike. Heh erect. upside down? I don't know, do bats have feathers? Hold on, my mouth is cold. So I can still feel its noise shapes. Ah Tomorrow I might take a shower. Posted by Tasha Klein at 2:13 PM. I always find you in my sleepy corner,. Shhhhh, this is where we rest. The black scrolls down around us. Like happy new skin. Posted by Tasha Klein at 12:58 AM. Tuesday, July 25, 2006. I Love It When You Call Me,. In My Lazy Haze.
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4 Him: September 2006
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Sunday, September 17, 2006. Posted by Tasha Klein at 5:36 PM. Wednesday, September 13, 2006. From The Roof Tops. Forearms want to connect to hands to earth even ants. I close my eyes to see the weather being painted on the sky. Did u say giant morbidity of kite blades? I let your night corridors move up my thighs. Posted by Tasha Klein at 12:54 AM. Tuesday, September 05, 2006. 4 the one who can grow a new tongue. Tale of me, the fold maiden:. The kisses are nose bleeds. I rent that terrace image,.
