Monthly Archives: May 2009
if it is my fate that i should roam…
July 3rd, 2008 they vote in leap years only, like clockwork. no edge, no waiting, just a bored, disinterested countdown. the last [i thought it would be, in more than one fashion, all] time i travelled west on such a … Continue reading
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The cactus where my heart should be
May 27th, 2008 No more fucking redaction. Full stop.
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How can they hear me say those words, still they don’t believe me?
April 24th, 2008 It is about meeting someone or knowing someone for whom the passion, the desire, the lust, the pull is so overwhelming that it is unavoidable, almost inadvertent. While at the same time, knowing other things would get … Continue reading
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The things we did and didn’t do
April 23rd, 2008 I never regret what I have done. The only regrets I ever harbour are the things I did not do. Or, you know, the people.
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A murderous desire for love
April 20th, 2008 This evening, my mother compared all the boys I’ve ever dated to octopi. I am not making this up. One offhand comment would have been humourous enough, but, instead, she continued to insist for the rest of … Continue reading
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I’ve got to have your word on this, or none of it is true
January 31st, 2008 I am thoroughly convinced I would trade just about anything for one erotically-charged conversation with Mr. Leonard Cohen. //I know how weird that is, don’t worry./
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Five years too early
January 29th, 2008 Finding this a full five years after it was written makes me a horrible person, doesn’t it? Apparently googling yourself pays off sometimes… five years later.
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At the bottom of everything…
January 25th, 2008 I am always the mistress and not the wife. Ever the lover and never the date.
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Walking in a winter sexedland
November 22nd, 2007 When I used to call her to talk about my indiscretions, I would wander around my neighbourhood in the middle of the night. I could not go home and talk in the warmth and silence there; he … Continue reading
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I can resist everything except temptation
November 4th, 2007 Upon request, I begin to tell a story to k to cheer her up, about a past I-am-awful encounter [that is, arriving at Barrymore's with d, leaving halfway through with t]. In the midst of it, the … Continue reading
