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little exodus

i feel the burn-squeeze of her hands on my shoulders when she tells me it has been enough! and she is squeezing her tears out of me, my sadness mingled and twisted through generations rolls down the sleepless crevices below her water-murky eyes, and then i am sitting on a red putterplane between a window of cotton candy sky and a little boy with toy trucks. i like the way his little shoelace-feet do not quite touch the leather seat in front of him; i like the way he seems to laugh at a personal joke and i think of years and doors closing and i want to measure the distance with my fingers between my hands and the eyes of my m
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not what i meant at all

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not what i meant at all

It was getting on toward midnight when the phone rang. I answered. "Pronto!" "That's very fucking Italian of you." "Eh, merci beaucoup." He paused. "So what's up?" "Absolutely nothing." "Oh. Well. That's good." "You?" "Same." Another pause. I spoke. "So. How are you? About the, um, audition and all." "It's a bitch." This is what I want to say: "You're telling me not getting cast is a bitch? It's not as if you've lost a part in your entire life, up until now, I mean. This is the first role I've gotten in a year, you bastard." This is what I say (after a pause, of course.): "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned it. Whatever. Preten
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the 1 train

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the 1 train

It was on the 1 train that night that decided I knew what Purgatory would be like. The car (cab? What do you call the little compartments on a subway train? Do you call them compartments?) was one of those crowded ones where you feel like you could jump up in the air a little bit and stay there, suspended on all sides by the bodies of the other passengers. When we got on, I sort of had to pee and I'd just noticed a hangnail. I raised my thumb to my teeth to bite it off as the doors began to close; then this fat man squeezed onto the train at the last minute and his protruding plaid belly pinned my arm in the crooked position. The train star
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the 1 train

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the 1 train

It was on the 1 train that night that decided I knew what Purgatory would be like. The car (cab? What do you call the little compartments on a subway train? Do you call them compartments?) was one of those crowded ones where you feel like you could jump up in the air a little bit and stay there, suspended on all sides by the bodies of the other passengers. When we got on, I sort of had to pee and I'd just noticed a hangnail. I raised my thumb to my teeth to bite it off as the doors began to close; then this fat man squeezed onto the train at the last minute and his protruding plaid belly pinned my arm in the crooked position. The train star
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not what i meant at all

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not what i meant at all

It was getting on toward midnight when the phone rang. I answered. "Pronto!" "That's very fucking Italian of you." "Eh, merci beaucoup." He paused. "So what's up?" "Absolutely nothing." "Oh. Well. That's good." "You?" "Same." Another pause. I spoke. "So. How are you? About the, um, audition and all." "It's a bitch." This is what I want to say: "You're telling me not getting cast is a bitch? It's not as if you've lost a part in your entire life, up until now, I mean. This is the first role I've gotten in a year, you bastard." This is what I say (after a pause, of course.): "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned it. Whatever. Preten
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little exodus

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little exodus

i feel the burn-squeeze of her hands on my shoulders when she tells me it has been enough! and she is squeezing her tears out of me, my sadness mingled and twisted through generations rolls down the sleepless crevices below her water-murky eyes, and then i am sitting on a red putterplane between a window of cotton candy sky and a little boy with toy trucks. i like the way his little shoelace-feet do not quite touch the leather seat in front of him; i like the way he seems to laugh at a personal joke and i think of years and doors closing and i want to measure the distance with my fingers between my hands and the eyes of my m
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My Bio
Current Residence: n.y.
Favourite genre of music: i like guitars. & pianos. & other things
Favourite style of art: just clean and simple, i suppose.
Operating System: q_os
MP3 player of choice: winamp.
Wallpaper of choice: www.dorktown.com/exploding/
Favourite cartoon character: bubbles.

Favourite Writers
j.d. salinger, e.e. cummings. the usual.
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duck duck goose

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what a pretty name,what a good gallery.. ;)
This account has been declared DEAD...

+crazys dead list
HOLY SHIT! i LOVE ur style!
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//duh.//
thanks for complementing me on my skins. the parts of your skin that are from template amp stick out like a sore thumb to me. but maybe that is because i use template amp, so maybe it looks just fine to people who dont know what its from. anyway, i think you could find colors that fit the skin better than grey, but its your skin, so do what you think is right.
hope to see some more skins from you in the future!
blackdog
Thanks for commenting! That's a wickedly original winamp skin.
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lu·cid·ish adj.
1. Halfway between sane and mad;
2. Partially transparent or clear;
3. To be in a state of lucid daydreaming.
thank you!
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megan
Allow me to be the first to say Welcome to DeviantArt.. This is a wonderful community filled with talented people and almost any kind of art you can think of..

I love your "citric" winamp skin and am anxious to see more skins from you :-) (Smile)

If you ever need anything at all, I'm almost always here..

See ya soon!