Tag Archives: babbling

The guy with the coffee jar

It  was  the  first time  she’d lived away  from her parents.  She met a guy. Could she not see through it, all those promises that it would be all okay, that this was okay,that this was all right,even Right? How … Continue reading

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pointless

Kind of ugly and pointless truly  (although what I just wrote is all false) I loved making this while this pounds through my head, like some curious feeling of enough :P, yeah and some more of 😛      

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The Tunnel of Boxes

On that day, the girl was not a quarter of a century old, not even a decade, and something had come from far away, in a giant BOX, something exciting, a package of flowered dresses and books, but even more … Continue reading

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Boiling Sludge

So this is the depths I’ve sunk to. So low. So grime-y. I bathe in mud. I eat it. I roll in it. I’d swear by it. “YOU THERE-ERE-ERE-R-R” ouch. “YOU SLIME WORM-ORM-OR” yowzaaeeoo!! whose shouting? “y’see, its not what … Continue reading

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The Voice in the Night Sky:

The Voice in the Night Sky: ” If I were to the tell you that this is a tree and those are its roots, and that is its fruit, all of it, would you believe me? If I were to … Continue reading

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The Monster Cried Words:

The Monster Cried Words: “If its any consolation- I have become the MONSTER that I’d made you out to be [which you never were, it just SHOWED ME UP]… Not screaming & crying, cuz screaming i can’t cry, crying i … Continue reading

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Flying Punctuation

Um. I am not sure what to say. For once, unusually, inexplicably, unwarranted-Ly, weirdly, oddly, strikingly, mashed potatoes-Ly, I am at a loss for words 😉

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Dead Roses

There’s something about dead pretty things, yellowed, old, faded, sad, falling to pieces, to dust. Something, shall we say?, rather friendly… So lets preserve them forever in  black and white lines, never dead cuz it was never alive, contorted, re-interpreted, … Continue reading

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Memories

I grew up near a place like this. (More to be written more when there’s time 🙂 )

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Street Fancy

The Street Fancies were made of giant dresses, painted and stiffened with layers and layers of stuff. They worked on a long mechanical spring- wound up they could bounce for hours, in a gentle, stylized, graceful sway. The original makers, … Continue reading

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