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He Sang of the Sanguine: A Thing of Fragile Toughness
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. A Thing of Fragile Toughness. The beach in summer. That’s how I knew I missed my Lucie. Her skin looked browner than the sand itself. Her smile always at the ready. Sometimes I fashioned myself an inward image of her whole being made up of glittering pearls and oiled leather, a conglomerate beauty, a thing of fragile toughness. Penned by Noah Champion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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He Sang of the Sanguine: September 2009
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. When it's not that interesting. Sometimes I feel a strong sense of dysphoria when it comes to just about everything. And the sad fact is that at present I'm experiencing a strange and permeating ambivalence with regard to changing that state. That said, I miss my once and future optimism. Penned by Noah Champion. The nightstand in the middle of the room. In a way I feel that my life as a whole tends to fol...
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He Sang of the Sanguine: December 2009
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. Soundly, Calmly, Resolutely. I believe I have accomplished an unofficial sensory overload. Having no desire to do anything self-destructive is very disorienting. Sex is an aching void. And sweets feel abrasive. The surprising result of this collection of shifted sentiments is not the woebegone angst of a purposeless twenty-something boy. Actually it's quite the opposite: unbridled possibility. And what I w...
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He Sang of the Sanguine: When we all realized it wasn't lined paper
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. When we all realized it wasn't lined paper. Too many little birds are pushed from the nest without proper preparation. Penned by Noah Champion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Being Broken Seems More Interesting. New York, NY, United States. Whatever you are doing is the most beautiful. View my complete profile. Ugly Like an Eel. When we all realized it wasnt lined paper. The Gospel According to Marc.
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He Sang of the Sanguine: November 2009
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. I can still hear the sound of her voice. Of the way her words ended. In a soft croak,. Being tightened against leather. It was calming, textured. I can still see the wrinkles. Around her eyes. Wild. Details, punctuating every curiosity. Once taught to snare,. Now wilted and pleasant. They were calming, textured. I can still feel the giving. Of her smallish body in my arms. A slowing, peaceful heart. So her...
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He Sang of the Sanguine: Spite
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. Humanity, so hubristic. And yet so pathetic. Not our own,. Bane of lost control,. Poison in the Community. Penned by Noah Champion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Being Broken Seems More Interesting. New York, NY, United States. Whatever you are doing is the most beautiful. View my complete profile. For any who may care to know. The Gospel According to Marc. Etiquette for an Apocalypse.
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He Sang of the Sanguine: February 2010
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. Ugly Like an Eel. Locker rooms have always made me feel skinny. Too skinny. As if the whole point of being naked is to be bigger than somebody else. Particularly someone of the same sex. Every time I find myself visiting one it’s exactly the same as all of the others I’ve entered, like viewing a drab scene in a excruciatingly uninspiring submarine film over and over. Penned by Noah Champion. Subscribe to: ...
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He Sang of the Sanguine: For any who may care to know...
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. For any who may care to know. I have begun a blog specifically designed to pertain to my up-and-coming move to New York. Please to follow if you so desire. Http:/ thegiftofbeingalone.blogspot.com. Penned by Noah Champion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Being Broken Seems More Interesting. New York, NY, United States. Whatever you are doing is the most beautiful. View my complete profile.
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He Sang of the Sanguine: Ugly Like an Eel
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THOUSANDS OF FREE BLOGGER TEMPLATES �. He Sang of the Sanguine. Fruits From A Tree In Many Seasons. Ugly Like an Eel. Locker rooms have always made me feel skinny. Too skinny. As if the whole point of being naked is to be bigger than somebody else. Particularly someone of the same sex. Every time I find myself visiting one it’s exactly the same as all of the others I’ve entered, like viewing a drab scene in a excruciatingly uninspiring submarine film over and over. Penned by Noah Champion. Etiquette for ...
