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Pieces of El: The Sound of Insects
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Saturday, November 22, 2014. The Sound of Insects. I wish I had the patience to grow my hair out long. Maybe it says something about me that I don’t. I need some way to redeem my flaws. I need something—just one thing—so beautiful it outshines the rest of me. Fills up every crevasse and makes me appear smooth; flawless. Or as if the flaws were meant to be. Forgivable. If no one saw what I did, would I still do it?
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Pieces of El: March 2014
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Monday, March 31, 2014. I’ve been thinking a lot about aging lately, and doing it, a little more each second. I used to look forward to growing old, growing beyond the cultural pressures of beauty and success. But these days I’ve been afraid of it—of losing my mind and what mobility and vitality I have. I never understood the attraction to the idea of a fountain of youth until recently. If I should die before I wake….
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Pieces of El: Light Pollution
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Tuesday, February 3, 2015. There aren’t enough stars in the city; they don’t get down this far. We get the little light-crumbs leftover from the grand feast of the cosmos, the galaxies and the planets, and I am malnourished from lack of starlight. I think I will have more energy, too, when the chill is out of my bones. I pray it leaves quickly. Sometimes I don’t pray at all, and I hope He knows what I mean by that, ...
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Pieces of El: October 2014
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Wednesday, October 15, 2014. I thought about them from the passenger seat downtown at midnight. The pieces of broken glass beside the median glinted so brilliantly in the headlights that they might as well have been as many diamonds—and why not? Why not call them diamonds if the sparkle just the same? Why not call it love if your heart is in your throat and your stomach is where your heart should be? Who threw them away?
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Pieces of El: Pieces
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Wednesday, October 15, 2014. I thought about them from the passenger seat downtown at midnight. The pieces of broken glass beside the median glinted so brilliantly in the headlights that they might as well have been as many diamonds—and why not? Why not call them diamonds if the sparkle just the same? Why not call it love if your heart is in your throat and your stomach is where your heart should be? Who threw them away?
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Pieces of El: Memoirs of a Disorder
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Sunday, September 7, 2014. Memoirs of a Disorder. I am sixteen, and they tell me I’m obsessed. All I want is to be dust-small, paper thin. I’m not and yet my edges still seem to cut people. My mother cries sometimes. I am sixteen I envy the mushrooms in the yard; they thrive on the leftovers of life. I try to eat the leftovers in the fridge, but bite by bite I spit them out into the toilet. I do not thrive. 8220;Do someth...
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Pieces of El: Starlight
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Thursday, January 22, 2015. There aren’t enough stars in the city;. They don’t get down this far. We get the little light-crumbs. Leftover from the grand feast of the cosmos,. The galaxies and the planets,. And I am malnourished from lack of starlight. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). El, Straight Up. The weather is here; wish you were beautiful. View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Pieces of El: July 2014
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Sunday, July 27, 2014. The Benefits of Filter Application. Sometimes when I fall asleep I still dream dreams that I used to dream, but now I dream different ones, too. Very different. It’s always an adventure, and in adventures there’s always some danger; some discomfort. But then there’s always thrill. Oh, the thrill! And fun, and brave new winds blowing and we’re traveling towards something. I don’t know...But this I wi...
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Pieces of El: The Kitchen is Cold; The Coffee is Warm
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Wednesday, August 27, 2014. The Kitchen is Cold; The Coffee is Warm. I would be so many things. I know we are one and the same, though, my body and I. I look forward to the day we make peace, whether that be in this life or the next, but for now the beast breathes down the back of my neck. Bored of cheering up, board of calming down, tired of clinging so tightly to the buoys of optimism that keep me afloat. El, Straight Up.
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Pieces of El: May 2014
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I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things. Tuesday, May 20, 2014. Sometimes I don’t mind the beautiful things that hurt my bare soul, either. Even now, with these grown-up things: grown-up joy, grown-up hurt. They leave me a little breathless. I’m twenty-three and wide-eyed still, as cynical as I feel sometimes. And often after, I feel bold. I will be more than just ok. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). El, Straight Up. The weather is here; wish you were beautiful.
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