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I have a pocket full of broken
hearts.
I’m just going to keep
eating them
broken hearts
02 Friday Mar 2012
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Author Archives: Richelle Wilson
just about any vampire
01 Thursday Mar 2012
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On the one hand,
like just about any vampire^H^H^H^H^H^H^H
pasty computer guy,
I tend to avoid the sun.
On the other, the sun that reaches
the ground today reminds me of the long-awaited end to a schoolyear and
impending vacation.
Not only is the end of a schoolyear not coming
(I just checked, and it’s still
only February),
but even if it were, there would be no break
(stupid employment).
Also, lunch was half
a sandwich because the other half
was moldy, and me
with no lunch
money.
So nice.
nude I will be
26 Sunday Feb 2012
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-Have 2/3 of my wardrobe stolen
because of an impatient waif who took
my clean clothing out of the dryer and into
the lost and found (I, the “loser”
and some lucky, soon-to-be
scalpless individual the “finder”)
on Wednesday.
-Receive listener hoodie in the mail Thursday.
Fair trade, says I.
If I must needs be naked, nude I will be
while propagating talk music.
Bootleg
25 Saturday Feb 2012
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Duffy was another amazing
guy from Ecorse.
When they moved to the UP
of Michigan he was running
whiskey to the UP
for his dad.
Almost got caught one time
on the ferry going across the straits of Mackinac.
One of the tins on whiskey
had a leak and was spilling it.
There was a motorclye cop on the ferry so
Duffy was in his car and got
off the ferry
in a hurry.
They said you could smell the booze.
Birthday
24 Friday Feb 2012
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Birth clock.
Our days our numbered.
I’m already a half-hour into my 6, 623rd
day on this blessed Earth.
6,623.
6,623 days
young.
Profoundly unnerving to number ones days.
your worth
18 Saturday Feb 2012
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Since the first day I worked with you.
That’s when.
They tried to convince me
you’d never
change, you’d never
pick me over him, that you’d just
hurt
me.
I believe what everyone told me about you.
Know what though?
I don’t care what they say,
your worth it to me.
I follow my heart, its my biggest
weakness.
how come
17 Friday Feb 2012
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jury duty,
i’d be good
….how come
i never
get summoned?
BAIL
13 Monday Feb 2012
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… just wondering
how the family reunion meeting’s going.
To bad it wasn’t last
weekend.
I hope those U P girls
behave themselves in the big city.
Why St Clair Shores?
I guess they could call Dale
if they needed BAIL
money………..
Joy (noun)
10 Friday Feb 2012
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Joy (noun) –
1. Getting another job at the ostensibly “Wonder”Book store,
deeply inhaling the sweet, heavy air
of piles of precious tomes.
2. Coming home
from a long day of both jobs with:
two books, one new – Márquez’s ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ –
the other half-finished; a six-pack of pleasant enough
beer; beard, scarf, hat, and a sense
of purpose.
3. Coming home
to the prospect of a lovely wife
and an over-excited pup;
a cozy evening spent in a room previously neglected;
pajamas, warmth, planets
suspended in space.
4. The feeling that perhaps,
through some luckful twist of the great Wheel…
perhaps things are looking up
Dust
08 Wednesday Feb 2012
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