There's a first time for everything.
Today's: Going to church so hungover that I puked in the middle of the sermon.
Time to sleep it off.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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September
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- *906 - common sentiment
- *905 - my lamentation #2
- *904 - my lamentation
- *903 - banana + chocolate
- *902 - I like it, though.
- *901 - little kiss, big kiss
- *900 - my little home :)
- *899 - not cool.
- *898 - suddenly i see
- *897 - time to dance
- *896 - gore and food
- *895 - skype date
- *894 - fresh vs. processed
- *893 - a letter
- *892 - gluttony
- *891 - faintly
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