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PassengerShe wrote me:Passenger
This is the time of all things read; the time of books, clean hands, straw dogs, shared looks. This is the time that finds the time to settle down; to open that smile with enormous plans; to pound on metal rolled with rust; to lie when lovers lie, alone, quiet, in kitsch and style.
She wrote me:
Death for some is a careless cat, one that lacks a voice—and love— and never plays chess. But that is not my choice. You see, I prefer the quieter sort; the kind of death that stalks one
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Ginger Ale “Can we open it yet?”Ginger Ale
“Not yet, Lizzy. We're not done.”
Lizzy pouted, her small features twisting in on themselves until she resembled a statue. The two girls were walking alongside a narrow, lonely country road. Old industrial debris was scattered along the trail: the rusting wheels of semi-truck, bales of copper wire slowly unfurling from wind and feet, and more remnants of a better time. A successful time.
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Peeling An Orange There is an art to peeling an orange.Peeling An Orange
If you happen to get one of the ones with a very thin skin, it can become much more of a challenge. You have to dig a nail into the orange armour, cutting it just enough to get through and get a grip, but not far enough to pierce the soft flesh underneath. If you’re unlucky and cut too strongly, you’ll go through and get a thumbful of juice squirting into your eyes as a reward.
Of course, if you’re too timid you’ll never get all the way in, and you’ll peel of layer after paper-thin layer of pitted orange pith without ever
by ~jhxmt
The BerlinerSick of writing about the pianist, she leaves for Berlin and makes her home next to the absence of a wall She contemplates the American Embassy and changes her cigarette brand She sets out walking and considers percentages of lives, eats alone, begins to consider meat as flesh, removes paintings from their frames and in their place hangs mirrors Calling home small voiced she asks after family and friends politely, washing dishes as she does so, the phone in the crook of her neck She makes no friends, does not make love, resents nothing and leaves no &nbsThe Berliner
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- Current Residence: Texas
- Interests: The movies, the media, music, literature
- Favourite movie: Fanny & Alexander, Offret, Barry Lyndon, Sans Soleil, I Fidanzati, Lone Star, Vive Le Tour
- Favourite band or musician: GY!BE, Johnny Cash, Kanye West, Rufus Wainwright, Brian Eno, Bob Wills, The Beta Band, !!!
- Favourite artist: Stan Brakhage, Andrei Tarkovsky, Wassily Kandinsky, Freddie Mercury
- Favourite poet or writer: Hemingway, Cormac McCarthy, John Updike, Thomas Pynchon, Bret Easton Ellis, John Kennedy Toole
- Favourite photographer: Jim White, Mary Archer
- Favourite cartoon character: Calvin & Hobbes
- Tools of the Trade: Recursion
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