Daily Archives Sunday, November 2008

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Looking back now, looking back years after the fact, is tough. I’m trying my best to gather my thoughts, to organize everything I want to tell you, everything you need to know, everything you need to understand how I grew up. How I became a real person. But there is then — all the stuff [...]

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Dream with me.
Float away as if you never knew where the ground was to begin with; open yourself up as if it will help. Maybe it will. The taste burns my mouth — the memory of you. You, then, it would seem, burn my mouth. The roof, my roof, where the skin is hard and [...]