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White ElephantsWaldorf called Tuesday. Tiny elephants were coming.White Elephants
On the ride to the zoo, the cabbie kept looking at me in the rear view. His looking at me didn’t bother me too much, except I could see the wild scrabble of nose hair reflected back at me every time he tilted his head back to look in the mirror.
“What takes you to the zoo today?” “I’m sorry?” “I said, why are you going to the zoo?”
“Oh,” I said, “Just meeting a friend.”
I looked out the window to show I wasn’t really
by ~SirIsaacLime
hold me dystopiathis morning she told me my tie looked pretentious outstanding, i said i grinned all dayhold me dystopia
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from the roof of your mother's house i could touch the sky if i reached hard enough if you were next to me if the clouds were silk sagging low on horizons but you were never home and the clouds never rolled in i could have been an astronaut
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every man an island he said you got it wrong i said did i? he said he winked at me on his way out
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smile on mesnow came in soft slumber, caressing you and i, solitary on the rooftop streetlights sang careful eulogies of love shared in empty library floors darkened warmth of dust soaked stacks the sky was farther away tonight than you thought it should be, disappointed you said, this is a story of heartbreak would you like to hear it and i watched the snow melting upon your mittenssmile on me
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Separate Ways-Worlds ApartThe first thing John says to me, when he sits down, is “I’m writing a novel.” “Yeah?” I say, “Everyone’s writing a fuckin’ novel.” Right away, I feel kind of bad about that, the way I said it. I guess I wanted to sound pretty cool about it, really, but it just came out meaner than it should’ve. I shouldn’t have said fuckin’. That was my only mistake, really. I should have just said, everyone’s writing a novel. It wouldn’t have been true, anyway, being that most people don’t write novels afterSeparate Ways-Worlds Apart
by ~SirIsaacLime
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what i can doI grew up in the Petrified Forest, a National Park in Northern Arizona situated in the middle of the badlands of the Painted Desert. I had a handful of neighbors, all adult, none suitable as playmates for the raucous ways of my brother Jacob and I. Growing up in this environment without television nurtured a keen sense of imagination in both of us, but what I am about to tell you was no act of our clever imaginations. It was not a game we made up, nor was it something we even could have dreamt. It was the kind of night that spoke of something ethereal, something unnatuwhat i can do
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don't take yourself too seriously, chances are that you really suck but no one has the heart to tell you
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Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~ Dylan Thomas
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don't take yourself too seriously, chances are that you really suck but no one has the heart to tell you
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