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No One.Today, I've got grief the size of pancakes for someone I never even loved. Today I Have grief the consistency of egg yolks covering my hair and lips. "It's okay," you say tonight to no one. And no one listens with contempt. She says nothing is what it seems in this place. This place between care and uncare, love and unlove.No One.
Every lover No One has ever had has been her brilliant lion. More a name
than a title, more a title than a diagnosis. Diagnonsense. As if some Freudian theory could save a wretched girl like No One. As if any thoughts made any sense to yo
by ~Pickles-oh-noes
IntrovertI write because I hope to find someone who understands when I replace "phallus" with "love," "vagina" with "desire," every raunchy sentence holds the complexity of an eyelid to an amoeba. I notice that "todos," in Spanish, "every" looks quite like "to do" and I wonder if that symbolizes the thoughts I should have every time we meet, you and I, significant no one; the things you never tell me "to do."Introvert
My blood runs thick as old used tea leaves. What's worse is it's become cold and unwanted too. Uncle always said "pick your poison." No one always tells me I am what I
by ~Pickles-oh-noes
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Pulling you outside after my bath. Saying, "see that? It's not as good as us." Putting a leftover soap bubble on your nose for effect. Almost killing us from dehydration
in the canyon, your water bottle filled with love notes instead of water, and it's 7 miles to get back to the
car and it's 103 degrees. You go to eat your egg roll and
instead there's a plate filled with a million dollars. OK,
that one's impossible, but I thought you would like a
million dollars, and if I had it, I would give it to you,
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Advice+Advice
"I don't know how to tell you this", she said. "Just do the right thing." The right thing? The right thing always depends on whether the person speaking is an 11 year old kid or a priest or Pamela Anderson. Or, I could
figure this out for myself: through thirst,
hope, and enough sorrow to cover myself with like dirt. Marriage is funny, everyone thinks
they have the best advice, but none of it seems to make any sense. I'm sitting by
the window, trying to get enough light to place a band
by `queenhrosie
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