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We are sitting and I am talking but only in the way that I think will impress you because I think maybe if you see I have an interest in contemporary art you will think that I am intelligent. She said that calling my statement art was an offense to what she does and we just laughed. / Flannery told me that a good man is hard to find and my english teacher told me that Flannery was a genius and my mom told me that my english teacher was amazing and my grandma told me that my mom was the smartest person she knew and my dad told me that I am so lucky to be able to do such great things with such little effort. / That cat slithers around the lamps and books and candles and pictureframes. **** you,
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Apr 3, 2014
Canyon Road is where
rich people go to die / and the young people who live there / have lived there forever
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Oct 15, 2013
Egg Piece
Lay an egg / let it come out of your mouth / drill a hole in the egg
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Nov 4, 2014
End Piece
Take the eraser to your skin and rub. / As flesh falls off and blisters and sores appear, keep rubbing. / As the sores become infected and yellow, keep rubbing.
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Dec 23, 2014
Fly Piece
Fly to the sun / rest arms
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Nov 4, 2014
Forever Piece
Fall in love / Fall in love with everyone / let the energy fill your heart
5
Sep 27, 2014
If Times New Roman isn't special, then I am just part of the crowd.
I am a dot on Seurat’s canvas. / You told me that I wouldn’t be respected if I used Times New Roman, well maybe I don’t write to be respected. Maybe I write in Times New Roman because I like to read in it. / I could write in Wingdings. Would that make you happy? Would that make me stand out?
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May 1, 2013
I hate when you turn down my music.
This morning we drove to work and argued. You were wearing your Starbucks shirt that you washed last night and I was in my oversized sunglasses and my green pants. The Prius go-karted through the trees and the mud puddles but you sat still and moped while I listened to my favorite music. / The mountains around us jammed out with me. They knew the words coming out of Stevie's mouth before I did, landslide was written about them. / I have decided that you have no desire to stand out or enjoy yourself. That you would rather go through life without ever being embarrassed, too afraid of rejection to put yourself out there, to roll the windows down and listen to your music as loud as you want. Someone might see you, maybe the mountains wouldn't approve?
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Aug 11, 2013
I have a thirteen dollar tattoo and my mom still loves me.
My mom had me when she was nineteen years old, but I wasn't an accident. / My mom had surgery the day before yesterday and I wasn't there to kiss her before she went in. She called me before and she left me a voicemail when she got out. She said she loved me and she missed me. I miss her too. / My mom hates washing more dishes than she has to, but she refuses to use the dish washer. We eat on paper plates and we have three sets of salad tongs that we got for free from Dion's Pizza. My mom goes to Sam's Club to buy Charmin and generic paper towels, she likes the hot dogs at Target, and she gets her iced non-fat mochas at McDonalds.
6
Aug 11, 2013
Missive
I think. / I think that its time / to take out my heart
22
Sep 25, 2013
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