>okay, for all those to whom i extolled the wonderful nostalgia of that-candy-whose-name-i-cant-remember-but-has-that-cool-necco-wafer-texture-esque-stick-which-you-insert-into-bags-of-color-crystal-dust-and-lick-off-with-sugarcoated-bliss, this is proof that i am not having some freudian slip-pily misappropriated memory. oh, to only be able to savor again that handheld wand of pink delight… as for this… wanna play?
>i feel peculiar today. when you feel completely content to lie still and watch the shadows fade and shiver on the wall, perturbed gently by night. the mind floats one second in front of the body, an imperceptible detachment; breathing in slow motion. a dream-like sea, my pulse the tide. i cannot tell if i … Continue reading
>emerging into the sunlight. we criss-cross paths, he in his flop, me in my flip, she with the bag that goes thumpthump against a hip. faster, into the grass, everyone a member of the club; the white sheets of paper are unmistakable. they duck behind a corner, and i watch wistfully, my tongue searching for … Continue reading
> kazoos, hydrogen balloons, tschaikovsky. allow me to ring the bells. one order of spicy turkey chili; six spoons, please. cross-disciplinary modes of operation. nuance is something that separates the cocktail from the mixed drink; the lindy from the jitterbug. a dress was procured after inquiring a large audience of christian women. dark chocolate decadence, … Continue reading
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