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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Who's Magdalene, Who's Beelzebub, Who's the cunning serpent, Who's the benevolent ghost, Who's the wicked poltergeist

1) California surfer :) ... but it's NYC that never sleeps
2) Computer Geek :) ... my lips are sealed ... I wish you well.
3) Jane Doe Bigeloo 163205112 ... "I was not Cum Laude for nothing!", remember ... this line, OED with Walter Dempster, texting you in the middle of pandering ;)
4) Seed net on a Sunday (nahhh such thing as coincidence)
5) Mosaic lookin' for someone's Multiply, landed here ... and is/are now (a) regular/s
6) kraMrI. The most famous search words in this universe of infinite.

Jusz when Anonymous is going ballistic again
Blogspot now has spam detection :-*
this gYpsy getting her peace back.

Reading is the other half of my mind game
You get what you read here.
It is what you deserve.
Depending on intentions,
a writer can be the best liar, on purpose.

Behind (your) blue eyes
is my iron hand.

I don't forgive easy.
I hold grudge.
I get mad.
I get even.

Come, near, honey,
I'll plant a kiss on your lips.

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