tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67288082011-04-21T12:08:09.813-07:00"with my feet in the air and my head on the ground."infinitihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07491745605895906821noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728808.post-8926092128631406462007-05-07T21:10:00.000-07:002007-05-07T21:12:02.552-07:00

pigs

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fire The death came on slowly for the two of them. He never considered their break-up to be the equivalent to a flame that burns out. Instead, he likened the initial love that existed between them to pre-flame chaparral. For him, the end of their relationship began with a fire first lit from the ember of his hate for her demonstrative laugh and later spread throughout the rest of their native

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she was always designated to play paul mccartney; her brother always got top-billing as john lennon, since his real name was john. she considered it being the runner-up to miss america, but she would still dutifully take up the wooden slazenger racket and "play" it as a left-handed bass guitar. today wasn't the day for "penny lane," though. they were in contemporary mode. "tainted love" had just

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dream: i was in a small movie theatre mostly populated with youth. for some reason, before the movie ended, all of them got up and left. as they left, i noticed two upright lamps standing in the corner of the theatre. they were bent forward. the bulbs in them had melted through the shades. skip to... my brother and i stood outside some room where we knew some demon was inside. when we opened

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"just let me in."through the door she heard a muffled, "all right."the moment she opened the door, she regretted it.he was standing in the shower with a towel over his head and over his dripping body. his arms lay limp at his sides as if he were an unhappy nude model, reluctantly posing as he stood crying in front of the camera. she immediately averted her eyes and quietly thanked god that the

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we were the nightmare of anti-oxidants that said, "phooey," to love and "hello" to revolution.

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"don't take my picture." she shielded her face with her hand. from the tone of her voice, he understood that it wasn't playful modesty that made her weary of having a camera in her face. "oh, come on. i don't have any pictures of you." he winced. what did he just say? why was he pushing the issue? it was as if the doctor hammered his knee and he kicked his leg up. he couldn't help it. he

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"you should see 'mamma mia.' if you want, i can give you some money to see it." "what's it about?" "this girl... she gets married. then, she finds out she has three fathers. you know, i had a patient who told me, 'i'm a good prostitute.' i asked, 'how do you know?' she said, 'i can do it. i can do it.'" "what does that have to do with mamma mia?" looking out the window on hollywood blvd. "

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"so what's your favorite movie?" "who me? oh, that's easy. 'krull.'" i wanted to laugh but i needed to cough first. but, i couldn't cough because my chest hurt. the expectorant hadn't kicked in. i didn't want him to hear the sorry violins of my wheezy lungs. instead, i panted. "are you okay?" panting. "i need to cough." jesus, i thought. krull? watching it as a child, i thought of it as a

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when he would look back at this moment, he would remember it in slow motion--frame by frame. she was lovely. it was a displaced loveliness, like the commercials hawking tampons or nature's most gentle laxative where beautiful settings and beautiful people get used to set the stage for not-so-beautiful things. everything about the way she looked appeared so natural; her look was a given. as if her

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right turns didn't make any sense to him. with left turns, he could see possible danger head-on and meet it accordingly. right turns always ended up on the sidewalk, over the curb, against a fire hydrant. he swore it was from childhood deprivation of using the hand that he was naturally inclined to use... his left. it was bad luck to write with the left hand. as the muscles of his naturally

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she wrote: "i decided to retire one of my thongs today when i was doing laundry. i've already set up a retirement banquet at the radisson in marina del rey. expect invitations in the mail."i wanted to reply, "TMI," but i realized (or really hoped) she was being facetious. i wondered what the basis was for the retirement. worn elastic? her declaration that the day of the low rider jean was dead?

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i took down the half-baked idea i had six years ago of stapling "curtains" over my windows. i didn't even cover all of them. just a few. they weren't even curtains; they were non matching bedsheets that had collected six years of dust and cobwebs. i had to struggle with my staple remover to remove the large staples that were embedded in the wall. when i couldn't reach a staple, i just ripped the

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pant. pant. pant.desperation is really unattractive. i imagine him being just as sad. the night i said, "goodbye" he kept trying to linger in that magical doorway of "but what if.""bring your car to the house saturday morning and i'll wash it for you. it'll take only 20 minutes."i wouldn't even take the free car wash. i'd rather drive dirty and alone. dust clouds fly whenever i kick up my

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"i'm known for saying how i stopped writing in my journals long ago because i realized, 'i can do no better than i've done so far!'"she's laughing. she actually thinks she's funny. i wanted to smack her. what a pompous ass. is she serious? does she think we want to hear this? what kind of writing professor is this? i also couldn't stand how she addressed the class without eye contact. she was too

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the landlord had sent a crew to repaint the bathroom in their apartment for the next two days. since she worked from home, her roommate and her agreed that it worked out great to have someone home the entire time the painters were at the house. however, as she thought more about the logistics of the situation, she was overcome with a moment of panic. "what do i do if i have to use the restroom?"

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"all right, already! i know!" great. she's killing me with the "tough love" shit. I just wanted to point out to her his exit off the freeway. i never liked driving by it by myself since we split up. for some reason, though, i always felt impelled to point it out as a "been there, done that... i can't believe how many times i exited here to go to his house" thing. she smelled it. she smelled the

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anthony couldn't listen to "wings." it reminded him of the night he tried to drink drano and his ex-girlfriend had called the cops. they no longer lived together at the time, but somehow she knew something was up. "extra-sensory perception," she explained. whatever. he cringed at how that traumatic night of (melo)drama had "mull of kintyre" as the running soundtrack on obsessive repeat. he

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