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freshly and inexplicably single—blogging from an empty home

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leadfeathers: “ geekerypokery: “ jeremymcbitchin: “ Imagine having braces during the apocalypse. no one can take your braces off. And you just have to accept that you’ll have braces forever. ” i want...

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I was satisfied with Haiku Until I met you Now I want a Russian Novel A five-hundred page description Of you sleeping

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yikes

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Craigslist deal gone wrong brought this pussy and I together again.

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On the coast of Maine 10 years ago

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School flow

Kodály Year 1

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i’ve just made plans to be buried with somecreepyoldguy so i’m feeling vair nostalgic

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if youre having a bad day just watch this

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tits ha

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I love to sleep around in foreign rooms with foreign women and hear the rain on the roof and hear the banana plants scraping the gutter and hear the pipes gurgling and a radio clicking on in the next room. I love to hear a woman start to moan in a foreign tongue. I love foreign-ness: each room more foreign than the next, each woman more foreign than the next, the tiger’s growl in the courtyard under the moon. I love when I’m in love with someone, and hear all this alone in the dark.

Henrik Nordbrandt, "Sleeping Around," trans. Patrick Phillips, from The American Poetry Review (Vo. 39, No. 4, July/August 2010)

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Tell Them I Don’t Exist Anymore by Pat Perry, 2012. Pen.

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There is a place where even music is no longer necessary where I am always high Where words are before somebody utters them where leaves are before there are leaves and where these friends who never leave me come from … I will come to you memory shining

Franz Wright, from “Kindness,” in God’s Silence: Poem (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)

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YES FROGS ARE ANGRY

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i THINK I HAVE DECIDED TO GROW OUT MY BANGS.