Tag Archives: past

gulping saltwater


“Not everyone wears their scars on their skin.” ― Isla J. Bick “So I go to the ocean to say goodbye… We could have been so glorious.” ― Charlotte Eriksson Somewhere on the side of HWY 71 lies my Saint … Continue reading

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Why I hate Administrative Professionals Week


This is a little late but I have to post it. I was having a conversation with a coworker on why I generally hate the idea of Administrative Professionals Week. First, why the fuck is a whole week? She transcribed … Continue reading

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The Joys Of Sleep, The Agony of Depression


Then bed and again the luxury of dark. Still the blood and flesh of me were electric and singing quietly. But it ebbed and ebbed and dark and sleep and oblivion came and came, surging, surging, surging, surging inward, lapping … Continue reading

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to you and others


I am callous and cruel Thoughtless and unforgiving Slight and weary Broken and non-redeeming Near-sighted and quick Quick to lash out Quick to come back Quick to leave again I hurt when I hurt, I bite when I come. I … Continue reading

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Je ne t’aime plus, mon amour


you write my name and it has the effect of a whisper in my ear. you bring me back to the dark places… don’t begin again.

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April 2008- February 2006


‘Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!’ Continue reading

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for ben


(Bob Dylan) Abandoned Love I can hear the turning of the key I’ve been deceived by the clown inside of me. I thought that he was righteous but he’s vain Oh, something’s a-telling me I wear the ball and chain. … Continue reading

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