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Category: Scars
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And like o.k.: There's this particular writer whose work I've read and enjoyed and whom I find interesting and irritating all in one big, messy mouthful of come-one-come-all (talkin' bout chyoo JD). Yeah so, brutha man goes on about fat folks in his stories and he himself is pretty thin (cute, though – I'm shallow,…
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I'm sad that I'm not sad that you went out in the rushes and you never came back. Poor trade-off is what it is – no guarantee the demon'll flee after your fiery stage left exit. Who did you save? And is your good name any less difficult to pronounce now they've brought the curtain…
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Trump.Not my first choice, let me tell you. If you have your shit together and house in order, whoever occupies the Oval Office will have minimal effect on your day-to-day. If you struggle to put food on the table, Trump will have minimal effect on your day-to-day. We are all plunged into a stupefying alternate…
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Keeping up old habits is an exhausting task. There must be some worthwhile gain in the game of self-sabotage or it wouldn't be such a popular sport. The mirror I hold in front of me is a grimy, broken lens through which images scream to be noticed. Relinquish all sense of specialness; everyone is a…
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Maia stood in line at the Bean & Book, mug brought from home in one hand, thumb of the other tucked inside the waistband of her jeans. She tugged on the denim so it wouldn't rub against the rash on her belly. Dairy products gave Maia hives, but milky, sugar-packed and pumpkin-spiced coffee was her…
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Maia examined the shiny face in the bathroom mirror. She didn't look like she thought she ought to on her first day of work. First day of work anywhere. Ever. Instead of a composed professional heading out the door, Maia saw a scared 14-year-old dressed up in clothes she stole from her mother's closet. A…
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Today's thoughts are about shoes and how we wear them tight. Or too big. Sometimes not at all. But we sure don't like to put them on when challenged to walk a mile in somebody else's kicks. A few steps taken as someone "less" or "other than" is–let's be honest here–an affront to my everloving…
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Make up whatever narrativefits the occasionbe a leaderbe a followerbe controlled by: *fashion*popular opinion*the feel-goodswalk in the oppositedirection just topiss people offand then listento what they haveto say about … behaviorliesin thecrackthatseparatesdaydreamsanddone deeds.
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it's ok if the songwriting suffersthe poetry stinkssnapshots of flowersboring/blurry/bathed in shitty lightit's all rightthe big red death moonand a pox on your lipsbrings big big changeand change is magicdisguised as one's biggest fear
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Cadie Coleman hated how the pale yellow kitchen walls mocked her. You're no good, daft woman. Why even have us if all you do is thaw and heat? Yo bitch, I'm still covered in crayon over here! Eat me, said the one with the Bon Appétit poster. Cadie ignored the…
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