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[22 Apr 2009|07:48pm] |
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It's that moment you know you love somebody - they don't have to be there but the world seems softer. Your blankets whiter, the bricks in the wall more perfectly aligned, pigeons seem pretty. It's not something the person said or did, just the thought of who they are and who you become when you're with them.
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[11 Oct 2008|03:16am] |
Paris
never
even in calmer times
have I ever
dreamed of
bicycling through that
city
wearing a
beret
and
Camus
always
pissed
me
off.
-Bukowski
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[09 Sep 2008|06:48pm] |
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In break-ups, it often seems that people are in someway overwhelmed to destroy photographic evidence of their once significant other in some sort of spiritual (or spatial) cleansing. But to tell you the truth, one of the things that bothers me the most in all of this is that, under all present circumstance and foreseeable future, there is not going to be any more photos of the two of us, together.
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[04 Sep 2008|07:24am] |
Two of the things I miss the most:
1. the sound of your banjo and the whisper of your song coming from the other room.
2. The way your mouth goes and the beams your eyes make while eating the breakfast I cooked for you.
I keep my watch on St. john's time to feel closer to you.
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