February 2012
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opening line, or a life in summation:
It happened quickly and then less so until it gradually became nothing.
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“All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for...”
– Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
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five things to chew on.
1. “Can we love each other more?”
“Do you want to?”
“Of course I do.”
“How do we do that?”
“We have to stop thinking that the other person is always going to be here.”
“I never thought that…”
“Well, I did.”
2. When I was nineteen I sat on a beach sometime in the early hours of the morning when it was still dark out with a woman of indeterminate age who told me about her life with...
January 2012
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September 2011
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from my post here on the couch across from you.
You can be sitting right in front of me. Easy like that, just type type typing or staring blankly. I’ll hear a sigh and like a shot I feel your absence. Still, you’re right there. You’re sitting right there in front of me, and yet I am anticipating it, I am feeling it, always.
How can I quantify less than before? It’s as if you are vapor, sometimes heavier and all around me, but mostly...
violentserenity asked: How's life? What's holding you back from what you want most? <3
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fact or fiction or something very much in between.
I have hardly a cursory grasp on proper punctuation, but dammit if I’m not enthusiastic about its implementation.
The following is an excellent example:
Later, as Samuel traversed the pothole ridden space between his side of the leaning and useless half-fence divided yard and Ada’s, he would recount the way he felt a little pang of something in the upper regions of his chest, near his...
August 2011
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“I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.”
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
July 2011
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“I figure if you’re dead, you’re dead, right? Well, see all...”
– Townes Van Zandt
May 2011
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February 2011
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“She worries over the way her love for me comes and goes, appears and disappears....”
– J.D. Salinger, from Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters
December 2010
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September 2010
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August 2010
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June 2010
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April 2010
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