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ElaNaoNecessita_o
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Name: Liam
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Metro: Baltimore
Birthday: 6/25/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Looking at girls' belly buttons and sighing
Expertise: Fading into you; APRIL 29, 1992.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/19/2003
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| college is basically done. this spring, i'm done. after that, senior year is an option, and then a choice.
i hate SEPTAur. it better be resolved by wednesday.
i am falling i love with USC and white zinfandel and adidas. bigger things are tiny, and irrelevant. | | |
| if i were in philly, and septa went on strike, there's no fucking WAY i'd go to class. and i own a car. | | |
| can anyone tell me what this means?
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the slow,
slow dart
the bar where
the dart slows down
wholly against its will
and a strange series of events, that,
and a growing urge for compensation,
the bizarre chiming in of friends
folding arms in geese formation, and all my private insinuations,
the recognition there is no greater purpose
than being stepfather to a cat.
she opens up her feet to me,
with a taut position she
uses as a sieve for the gloaming
of the day. and the clockwork
orange and city hall constantly feign
a great collision and argue there
can never be another way.
(then she closes up her feet to me.
and slips them into even finer,
brazilian—or was it bermudan?—
never mind, her feet obscured in select
designer skins: she gives me glimpses
of her skin, always at the close of day.
a heart that’s coughing, in tune, at last)
and all the toilets of our respective city
incredulous, “of course we feel no tender pity!”
with a perfect alphabet, and very fast.
when all the private joys are missing,
we lurch into public space,
struggling with silent grace
listen
it is
the
sound
of a
thousand
larks not
kissing.
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| my god, i was just in cleveland, and it was spectacular.
and then, a list of things:
i listened to johnny cash and danced to him.
my own personal jesus is a really sweet song, and i'm willing to bet, is actually, in earnest.
cleveland is baltimore plus philadelphia divided by two. it is a strange, strange little glorious place and and and i was a VIP at the RNR hall of fame, which means i got to sneak a beer into the showing room and drink it with kurt cobain's guitar
and then i kissed a polaroid of david byrne and an old lady had a pretty nose. | | |
| i move in tomorrow.
leave philadelphia, and, you know, it's about time.
and at this point, i already terribly miss a girl i didn't even anticipate recognizing.
and flynn and i just watched 'miracle,' and it was glorious, and it made me sad, much in the same way that, now, chewing a piece of gum is the 'last' piece of gum, and making a right turn on red is the 'last' time i'll make a right turn on red on chestnut street.
i am playing with a piece of mount vesuvius. | | |
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