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Love Poems in Winter: April 2008

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Love Poems in Winter. And other things on ice. Writer, tattoo artist, kindler of unrivaled ego. View my complete profile. Wednesday, April 30, 2008. So I started a blog too, dammit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pulled from the River.

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Love Poems in Winter: more ink by me

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Love Poems in Winter. And other things on ice. Writer, tattoo artist, kindler of unrivaled ego. View my complete profile. More ink by me. Tattoos Ive done recently. How do I get that dumb slideshow to work, anyway? Saturday, May 10, 2008. More ink by me. May 13, 2008 at 6:09 AM. Your hands betray your age. Of course we should be blog friends! Also, lovely ink as usual. May 13, 2008 at 6:56 AM. July 17, 2008 at 8:53 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pulled from the River.

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your hands betray your age: October 2008

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Your hands betray your age. Cut along the dotted line. Wednesday, October 22, 2008. Theoretical Chicken Soup for the Hypothetical Soul. Pain Reliever. Fever Reducer. Fast Acting. One by one, I return the bottles to their places on the shelf. None of them says anything about curing existential angst. Shouldn’t your questions about the meaninglessness of life be concisely answered beneath the FDA label? Percent daily values of god and the devil? Aren’t people concerned about this? 8220;The longest books ar...

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your hands betray your age: July 2008

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Your hands betray your age. Cut along the dotted line. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Dear God, Why Am I So Well-Adjusted? The therapist folded his hands and stared at me intently. I want a disorder" I said. "People will listen to me if they think there's something wrong. Can you just diagnose me with something? That's not really how it works.". Look I'm fucked up. I can prove it! Sometimes I pay to see one movie at the theater, then when it ends,. I sneak into another one. What about social anxiety? They dra...

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your hands betray your age: Promise!

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Your hands betray your age. Cut along the dotted line. Thursday, April 16, 2009. I like this development. Because now we can’t afford to say anything trivial. Talking to each other is actively killing us. And that is the most exciting feeling in the world. And you wonder why I never call you. April 17, 2009 at 12:48 AM. I keep my phone in my pocket so I can become sterile. April 17, 2009 at 7:53 AM. Reading that killed me. dick! April 22, 2009 at 8:16 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Esme with love and squalor: I can't help myself.

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Sunday, September 28, 2008. I can't help myself. I really felt the need to post a picture of my new tattoo. It is on the left side of my lower back, going along my hip. It's my new favorite tattoo, courtesy of Ruth. She does beautiful work, and I am proud to have it. I want to get another tattoo. maybe. your sister wants to do it? September 28, 2008 at 12:57 PM. I'm sure she would definitely be willing! Just facebook her or something. September 28, 2008 at 2:03 PM. September 28, 2008 at 3:50 PM.

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Esme with love and squalor: Things I LOVE

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Tuesday, November 4, 2008. That Barack Obama is our new president. How an election can give me hope and something to believe in. How Sarah Palin will no longer be hailed as a beacon to represent women, giving all of womanhood a bad name. How Ruth sings "Because" by the Beatles every time she takes a shower and I can hear her while doing homework in my room. How Ruth is my best friend and sister who supports me when I say I want to be everything I'm incapable of being. How Esme leaves fur all over my bed.

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Esme with love and squalor: Unrelated Haikus

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Monday, October 6, 2008. Day to remember your laugh. I just cried instead. Mom taught us how to. Hold our booze and forget how. To feel the longing. Maybe I should get. Some medication to help. Me fight the fake wasps. You said I was too. Cold towards you. But I'm just weak. On your perfect hands. I thought about your lips. And wanted to steal a kiss. But feared your response. Sitting on my roof. Chain smoking my cigarettes. Wishing you were here. First time I missed you. I was eight hours away.

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Esme with love and squalor: I'm whining...again

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008. I feel myself falling apart, leaving a huge disconnect between my brain and my body. I notice this when I answer the phone, knowing it's you on the other end. No, you did not love me. No, I wasn't happy. Tell me to think of you and I'll remember how you left me. How she had shorter skirts and lighter hair. A smaller waist and smaller words. No, I won't take you back. No, I don't want to talk. I don't know why I answered. I know today is Wednesday. No, there isn't somebody else.

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Esme with love and squalor: July 2008

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008. Contrary to what you may have heard, I'd like to set the record straight. Chopan is a dirty rumor spreader. I am not a hooker. But I do anticipate a slut phase in my near future. Saturday, July 19, 2008. This is just a blog with no artistic value. I have post batman depression. I can't think of anything I feel like doing besides watching batman again. I could go on and on proclaiming my love for batman.Christian Bale being my favorite. He put Michael Keaton to shame. Your eyes are...