January 2011
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I don’t know why I’ve lately been ...
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It is very likely that all I would need to content me with the remainder of this miserable winter (and trust that I’ve had a lot of solitary time to contemplate this in the last two weeks) is a platonic boyfriend, an emotional proxy, with whom I can cuddle on the couch—hands above the waist, like a middle school dance!— and immerse myself in a marathon of terrible or...
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There was a slick, splattery trail of blood snaking down the sidewalk outside my apartment building, which I nearly stepped in while ducking out to pick up some provisions (read: wine) before the snowfall. On my return home I nearly stepped in the blood again, and cursed myself for having forgotten that it was there.
When (if?) I ever leave this city for good, it will not be for some grand...
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Whispery intro: I meant to get to this post earlier but my thoughts are backlogged, what with dealing with the dawning of 2011 and all that entails.
Receiving an iTunes gift card is, for me at least, a pass key into a kind of musical mania-slash-fugue state-slash-insanity. Those credits must needs be spent. But quick! The intention may be initially to download, like, one or two full...
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I spent the better portion of the day at the Poetry Project’s marathon reading, as has been my New Year’s Day custom for going on five years now. The experience did not vary much from what I wrote last year, nor did I expect-slash-desire it to. Though, it might bear mentioning that atonal, anarchist music collective Foamola did a tongue-in-cheek anti-blogging blues song, which, part...
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