February 2012
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“Or when I see a sexy 18 year old on the bus i just squirt”
– Miss Tawna Vargaux
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I don’t know much about friendship, but that dalmation with the short tail and the wiemaraner always lick each other and take turns humping and that seems alright.
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scheliza: i didn't even know she swung that way
tash: what does it matter. everyone's gay when i'm drunk.
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success is measured somehow i don’t know
the stevenson cafe has some decent cookies but i have to stay there to eat one
outside the coffeehaus other stuff is happening
the window is there quietly showing me without passing judgment the students in the courtyard not saying anything about them not saying they look dreadful the window isn’t worried at all about the people on the...
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“…love completely destroys objectivity and thereby annuls and transcends...”
– Hegel | Love Fragment
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I cannot find my dad. Studies show I should continue looking for him. Studies show I should want to locate him. Do you know where my dad is? Where I should look? I keep thinking, 1983. Why do I keep thinking that? The 7 inch I-shaped scar across his left arm. Stories of handle bars and horse hair stitches. I keep seeing my hands embracing his fingers, his palm always up, the smell of tobacco; the...
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an emphasis falls on reality
Cloud fields change into furniture furniture metamorphizes into fields an emphasis falls on reality. “It snowed toward morning,” a barcarole the words stretched severely silhouettes they arrived in trenchant cut the face of lilies… I was envious of fair realism. I desired sunrise to revise itself as apparition, majestic in evocativeness, two fountains traced nearby on...