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September 28, 2006
Breakfast at six
Today I found a shoulderless road here in Missouri. It had green frieds, bird filled trees, a rockly lake/pond, and houses that nobody had lived in for years. I love thinking about how little time it takes for nature to take things back. Grass seeding itself in the driveway. Trees forcing roots to break the sidewalk. It is comforting to see how small everything is and how quickly our creations die. Every time I write a bad poem or essay its nice to think about termites in the floor. Sure, I'll be judged on my creative effort in death but its nice to remember how little I am.
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September 24, 2006
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Sometimes I forget how young I am. This must be because I've yet to be older than I currently am so in perspective I seem current to me.
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September 14, 2006
98 days till my 1/4 life meltdown
i figured it out!! The strange rash I have on my chest and back is not from .70 cent soap but from stress. At least I am not getting a stress rash on my hands anymore, so go to be a good girl. When I was in high school and college I would get this rash only on my right hand between my pinky and ring finger if I had exam week. Now that I an adult I even hide my extrnal display of internal festering death under my clothing where no one will know but me. Crap, I gave it away on my blog.
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September 08, 2006
I want Chacolate in BED! I DO!
The crimson petal and the white such a fun book. I must say that the book could have ended about 200 pages sooner with out changing the feel of blah, blah. The book started out simply lavish with detail and at the discription of one event I had goosebumps. Can't say that I'll read it again though like Still life with oysters and lemons. During the move I read that book yet again. I always miss something in the fluid rythum of the book. It is really more of a life poem but what ever it is, it is good for me.
also just finished Silence which reminded me too much of my fab fav Death comes to the archbishop to truly enjoy. It simply Death comes seem trite and a story told by a thousand. I guess in the end that is what both works were looking to say.
The God factor is the last book I have thus far read and it was okay for about a fourth of the way but i just could not bring myself to read anymore of it.
Poems--a great grip but all in collected works and nothing stands out in my mind but one line
coco, come to bed dear.
The poem was about a couples nightly ritual of drinking coco and then doing the Nasty with their tummy humming
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