WebsiteIf anyone visits this page anymore, I've put my personal page back up at [link] I don't know how often I'll put stuff up, but I'm hoping to share some more pictures there in the future. Not photography, just pictures for friends.
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Horse Hair and SteelGirl and Grandpa moved away, left the ice box humming and a layer of frost inching in on itself. The brass lamp that dipped and swayed, boxed the room and flickered in the fights. Blinds hung straight as Picasso, late nights unfurling, punch-drunk swinging at the room.Horse Hair and Steel
Head into the sun, she'd watch
the streets calloused with crumpled paper faces that didn't fight the lamp or bite the walls; hurried and promised chances, chances, chances in the years to come. Arms out and feet up she flew there, twenty yards from her eyes to her mind; drawing pictures
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hhThey called me "easy-going-nate" and I laughed at the idea that the strain in my fist clenched only a fleeing dove; that they could mistake my calm for peace, like I enjoyed the silence and didn't need it to spill the words I couldn't speakhh
She said "You love conflict and I don't," and I did and I do and she doesn't. But I still don't understand the concept that you can wade through your troubles with idle conversation and pleasant thoughts and end up anywhere worth ending up
He asked me if I missed much these days and I f
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RingtonesWe speak in cellular tones and binary codes, embracing a voice beamed 'round the globe. Wear salt-stained faces, wondering where this place is that feels so alone. And in-between calls, we talk to the shrink that tells us not to think so much if it hurts us so. Do what feels good and just go. But it only takes a dab of foundation to cover a tear's tracks and the familiar ring-tone, "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction"Ringtones
to distract yourself with facts about movie-popcorn prices and accessory vices.
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On Ice.On Ice
Heaven is in the up direction
My life has always been a little exceptional, so when people told me this would happen, I didn’t think much about it. I was, after all, the first kid to get a gold star in kindergarten.
Now I was thirty four and I had just been mistaken for, as far as I could garner, some guy named Eddy. I was in a truck, in a bag, in a bag in a trunk. There were some heavy boots on my feet, but they didn’t keep out the cold very well. If there had been more people in the trunk I think it would have been warmer. I generally think that body heat is the best kind.
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People Die Aloneby ~raun
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