"I went out shopping on Saturday in the rain and when I was walking to the car the paper bag broke. The sky was just at that point when the day is over but the evening hasn't exactly started, everything light purple gray blue and streaks of light through the clouds reddish in the way that seems dramatic. And there I was scrambling to hold together the bag and get all the lettuce and the eggs, half of all of them broken now, and the frozen salmon and the leaky milk carton all back in the bag. The wine bottle had shattered and I cut my finger in my hurry to gather everything together, the glass shard getting deep under the skin. I didn't say anything, didn't recoil, or anything. But such a rage flared up in me, you can't even know. The cars were backed up now. People were coming over to help me.
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Ukiah day 3: bright times
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hope everyone is enjoying the last sliver of 2009....i'm in brooklyn at the
moment, ankle deep in snow, knee deep in presents. not bad at all.
here's the ...
music man
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because i don't have a record player right now, all i know about El DeBarge
is that he is a smooth looker and great fan of shoulder padding.
i painted this ...
Pioneers, oh! Pioneers?
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by now, you've probably seen this
So, naturally, as a poet and being a child of a world where punk rock is
taken as a matter of course, as something tha...
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