July 2012
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“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
– Neuromancer by William Gibson (via famousfirstsentences)
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Me: For never was there a tale of more woe
Me: THAN OF OTHELLO
Me: AND HIS DESDEMO... NO.
Me: I mean, um...
Me: Julietandherromeo.... grumble...
June 2012
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bite
I thought I’d write a poem about biting my nails,
and took my right middle finger
out of my mouth to do
so.
I think it might help me
to figure out why.
When I stop, my left thumb flies
up to my mouth
and I gnaw it with my teeth.
I first picked
up the habit
when I was in first grade. I was
so anxious, so excited, about
not being in kindergarten anymore.
And then I got hungry.
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