But that means I'm not writing.
And not writing is not a good thing.
Blargh.
So this pirate walks into a bar and he's got this steering wheel in his pants...


LandingI don't knowLanding
what's worse:
how the huge green hill is the only thing I can see when
I look out my window
or the knowledge that it will never
be warm enough
to roll down it again.


Cherry Blossom...Her words left her hands, through the pen, which ached as it listened to the tickingCherry Blossom...
of a clock hanging solo
on the wall. She’s writing
about staining tables
and chairs, the smell
of cinnamon in the air, and the
man who knocked four
times on the metal door
to say
he had found another ride home, and could she please bring him the shirt
he left on the floor last night.


miranda she called me up last night;miranda
she said, "i want you to know that i'm over my obsession with you."
she said, "i wrote your name on every last cigarette in that package
and laughed as it turned to ash and
flew away, still burning."
she said, "i blacked out the letters on a wine label so that only your initials remained and i drained it
completely
and
Flaming Red
--
rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
xo!
--
an antique arms and armor expert
--
You only live once, no regrets!!
--
rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
--
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--
rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
--
You only live once, no regrets!!
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