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Yumi Lover Life: July 2008
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Friday, July 25, 2008. Brown bag it bitches. I opened my fridge today and all of a sudden I was transported back to the days of elementary school. I had left half a sandwich in there and it had permeated the air with the scent of brown bag lunches- sandwiches with shapes cut out of them that my dad would make me, gushers, and doritos. Those were the days. The best laid plans. She made my disastrous printmaking night a little bit shinier :). Also, I need to find a day job by the end of the summer, so if a...
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Yumi Lover Life: December 2008
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Thursday, December 18, 2008. Dream a little dream of me. Glad I will get to finish off the year with her :) That's all for now. Tuesday, December 9, 2008. Happy holidays from me and the girls. Send your own ElfYourself. Sunday, December 7, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A beautiful genius, enjoys kittens, vodka, and laughter. View my complete profile. Flowings of your everlasting taffyman. Music . food . love . pop culture . me. Dream a little dream of me. Happy holidays from me and the girls.
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Yumi Lover Life: August 2008
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Sunday, August 31, 2008. In a nutshell, lolla day 2 and 3. Ok, I've just realized that I haven't been blogging, because for whatever reason I feel like I can't resume normal blogging habits until I finish the damn Lolla recap. Which I probably never will in detail, so I am going to talk strictly about the music in a nutshell. Margot and the Nuclear So and So's:. Got there just in time to hear my fave song Skeleton Key and maybe 3 more. They were good :). I'm not a super fan of him, but he ruled live!
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Taff's Flow: 06.01.2014
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Sunday, June 01, 2014. Gray things that climb from the depths and tear down walls 3.3.14. The first time you. Watch an octopus climb. A wall, take steps, use. Flailing tentacles to travel. Across the boundary of the two worlds…. Ignoring it, ignoring all that is real, known, righteous, ignoring the boundary,. That world, becomes this world, becomes one world, becomes ours…. Medieval alleyways old gray. Brick, rough cut, smoothed by. Time and primitive tools. I was taught that castles. Is rotting and I am.
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Yumi Lover Life: May 2008
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Saturday, May 31, 2008. Beer tub = best job ever. Last night I sold beer out of a tub on the patio of Stella's. It is probably the best job ever. Seriously. Sitting outside in the warm night air, shooting the shit with drunk people who give you a dollar for opening a bottle of beer for them. You don't have to try to navigate through the throng of people with a tray full of cocktails, people come to you! Best Job. Ever. Friday, May 30, 2008. Pimps don't commit suicide / teen horniness is not a crime.
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Taff's Flow: 01.13.2013
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013. Dancing to local music (1.15.13). Ecstasy, caught in that perfect. The drummer controls my feet. Seeking intention of the next. Syllabic second, as if. God's purpose could be presupposed. I catch it,. My shoulders, brows and knees bent just so,. I'm off time but only in embracing the melodic. The delay of space, the speed of. The sound is my pulse,. Guitar rifts nervous system chatter,. This is where my fingers go. This is me conducting. Yet I am the conduit,. For the sound is.
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Taff's Flow: 05.01.2011
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Saturday, May 07, 2011. Recent 2011 poems from other blog. I long for something truthful. Is it too much to ask that I find it in your face? Expectations never satisfied, for each moment creates anew. Excitement builds and magnifies until. Disappointment becomes my view. My mother says its the meaning you make of experiences. And that when you are older the difference is made plain. Compassion for our young inner selves,. Inevitably relieves the strain. But tonight I lay in my memories. Lack of comfortin...
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Taff's Flow: 2.27.14 Music-inspired writing
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Sunday, June 01, 2014. The Drops formulate, from the rotten wood, the. Molting plaster, the exposed nails, formulates,. Collides, grows larger, -then called from the Earth,. Dives, to meet the maker. The drops of water accumulate, puddles. Upon rotten wooden floor, and cascade through. Molting plaster, exposes the nails,. Are called from some place deeper, to return to. Embrace, leap from one height to the next. Just a story lower. The drops of water collide, create pools,. Jump to their depths. Is a com...
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Taff's Flow: 01.04.2015
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Sunday, January 04, 2015. Rather than copy and paste all the poems over here. see Too Much Imagination. For poems from August and September 2014. Some of them are alright. Here is one of them. Your smile is a song I've always known,. Though I've heard it for the first time, today,. Somewhere in my stretching arteries,. An "I've got you! Now, where did that come from? Some melody wrapped around my throat,. Choking on joy, the glow and blush. Of cheeks raised. The notes easing aches,. But my soul will.
