CommunicationToday I choose what I feel.Communication
We never use the phone, except for the times when your voice is needed. but not all of those times. there are sometimes,
well, we never use the phone, and it allows me to feel whatever I choose.
I wait for that moment when you'll type hello. Your first effort towards me. This precious effort I take and keep, I give back some minutes of silence (I wonder if you notice). And then I give you my two letters, as if I were so lazy, as if I I can't scrabble. The alphabet gives me H I. My heart pounds and my face shows so much,
creepy thing
Paris Windowthe things we can't remember-you have my ring, you know. my thick silver one that says my name. you used to wear it on your pinky because your fingers were too big, clicked it annoyingly against glass surfaces. you also probably still have several of my socks, sticky gummi bears, and the necklace you took from my kitchen and promptly broke.the things we can't remember-
you still have the note i wrote you in september of 2006, the one i penciled on yellow cardstock that you tucked into your wallet. the fortune from the chinese restaurant that said i would be your wife. a deck of cards that i wrote on, fifty-two reasons why i loved you.
you still have my learner's permit in y
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We be Jammin'!
An Art Jam Directory.
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\°¬°/~ that's me!
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"I am the dream captain, coming to take you away, into the forest and out of the foggy lights" - Quintron & miss pussycat
"I saw God the other day, by the river on a rainy afternoon. He was helping a kitten that was left all alone." -Mamimi Samejima
De qualquer forma, obrigado!
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"Art washes away from the Soul the Dust of everyday Life" ~ Pablo Picasso
Watcheada!
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iBe - not less.
Censorship is for people who are blind in mind.
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iBe - not less.
Censorship is for people who are blind in mind.
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