| I need to tone up. And slim down. blah. |
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| i haven't written here in forever. i don't know what's driving me to write now, but i guess it's just the fact that i ran across another profile and was reminded of the existence of my own pitiful little blog. well, i'm off to finland in about 8 weeks. and i feel like i'm impeding on the lives of the graduating seniors and i have nothing to do because i don't have my own life here anymore. blah. so i decided to write again. maybe i'll update more when i've written more. |
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| love who you are, and someone else might do the same.
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| mutt ve on jemer nåch då vå ve kja en vilieu on.
aber wir sind immer noch dort, wo wir nicht sein wollten.
mutta olemme vielä siellä, millä emme halua olla.
and new york is just a step away. |
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| There was a time when my glass would fill itself magically and unconsciously drain itself into the swirling East River in an April Fool’s Day rain,
the first this year.
And the branches over the water would bend and twist in the chilled wind, bursting with wild fruit within the wetted wood, holding out for a warmer day,
something rare this year.
When we would dance frantically in pairs, churning like our bodily chemicals behind the dumpsters of a Loews cineplex, hoping the rain would wash away our excess,
our first this year.
And L’Amour in the air emanated from a classy whore tapping out the remains of her cigarette, lurking in the corners for her next customer,
her first in years.
There was a time when I would drink you under the table and we would soak our own urine into the carpet, while we shared a kiss,
our only this year.
And then I would stumble out, and to the riverbanks, trying to see through sheets of rain, only to find a cold child, alone and far from home.
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