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Throwback: december 7th 2024
“My Relationship with Touch” It’s rare I see the lunge coming– my problem is that i’m always surprised that someone wants to make contact with this form. With me. But I register the new…
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The Pretentious Hopecore Piece
What is it that I’d like out of life? For the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to take a good, hard look in the mirror. I keep getting distracted on chin hairs. I’m…
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Hell Is Other People
Dove and I painted a wall today. Sitting down to write has seemed like a herculean task these past few weeks– I had some lofty ideas of turning into a more consistent writer in…
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CHRISTMAS IS CANCELLED
My packages have been lost in transit. I’m not known for giving great gifts, which is partially why the missing packages come at such a painful blow. I’m down to the last few hundred…
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A kind of anniversary
Once again, I’m writing in the chicago airport. I’ve lost track of how many times it’s been this year- coming from london, to maine, visiting home and now again– I guess I can count,…
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For When Nobody Cares
This is not the first night that I’ve cried over this stupid book. This isn’t even the first book I’ve cried over. You could probably fill a book with all the irrational things that…
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My Body Is Slipping Away From Me
My body is slipping away from me- I’m not saying I’m getting fat, I’m not saying I’ve turned ugly overnight, but it’s changing. It’s a frightening thing to be so very young and realize…
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Stupid Hat
I couldn’t scan my ticket when I got to Secaucus station. This is my third time taking a train in the US, and my second time being in this specific station. I tried a…
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