February 2011
24 posts
Feb 1st
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internal voice over: Two delivery men arrive at the front of Harbor-view Dormitory at precisely noon. A Chinese takeout order, and a pizza delivery. One making his way to the doors using the hill the other the stairs. As they come to the same door each man gives the other a slight smile as to the small fact that they are two delivery men from different restaurants, coming from different directions...
Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
Animal crackers for dinner, cigarette deliveries...
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January 2011
28 posts
Jan 31st
Jan 31st
be careful, they never did catch that WINE-O
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Jan 22nd
I wish this was how things would be: You would come to my door, and I’d answer it. We would just stand there looking at each other.   We would kiss each others most sensitive areas.  We would lay in bed. Your face on my chest and my hands on your head. but this isn’t a beautiful french film. In fact there isn’t anything beautiful or french about this situation. This is...
Jan 19th
“Well, after this I should think nothing of falling down stairs.”
Jan 19th
I hate you
fuck you for making me feel this way  fuck you because I said I wouldn’t do this anymore, over and over. fuck you for being such a coward  fuck you because you are the only thing I have the courage to fight for  fuck you for hurting me fuck you for thinking I would hurt you fuck you for being selfish  fuck you for calling me selfish  fuck you for lying  fuck you for saying I lied  ...
Jan 19th
Jan 13th
“Butts are bad because they wash out to sea, and fish smoke them and become...”
– Max Jerry Horovitz:
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"I love you" can mean a lot of things... like...
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Jan 10th
Dear tumblr,  I have abandoned you. This is because when I am feeling low I write these long beautiful honest letters to you and myself, recently you have shut down and all that junk that I sat here for ours pouring out was gone. I have written long pages of the way I have been feeling. These stupid letters to myself about how nothing will ever be. About how nothing works, how unlucky I am, how...
Jan 4th
Jan 4th
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