April 2009
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“Today sadness settles slowly into my soul mistaking alliterations with self...”
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Her smile made you forget about the extra fifty pounds.
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I laid in bed naked, gripping my hair and putting teeth marks in a metal pen. No words would come. There was a flash from a camera and a smile from the girl who took my clothes off. She told me it was for blackmail. I don’t care who sees me naked. She said that being naked wasn’t something I would hide but not being able to write was.
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I loved her like I never loved a woman- with or without pants on.
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The way she moved her body convinced me there was a god- and it’s a he.
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She had the kind of body I wanted to be inside of and the kind of reputation that made me wear two condoms.
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She looked innocent but it was really shame
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I always knew I would do more, make more, be more than her after she broke my heart. It made me stronger. I’m getting kicked out of college and she has a career.
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His jeans were made in China and her top in India. Both were on the floor of a Tijuanain motel.
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I want to die in a sober non-emotional surrender to the world.
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The only things I love more than you are god, my country and Chevy trucks.
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I want another yesterday.