

Farewell AddressI live for these, these few moments in the gray light of early morning when I am impervious to the eyes the eyes of the world, the eyes of my country piercing my back. The first meeting of my day, a rendezvous with the pavement, finds my breath steady as my pounding feet carry me in one direction while my brain flies off in a million others. I had hopes and dreams I was going to make this country great. I swear my mistakes were honest, my intentions good. But now my wife smokes in secret and my daughters rebel and the people I fought for mock me on Saturday Night Live. Im not angry, Im tired. TiredFarewell Address


LongingWhen the gray light falls soft and hazy at the edges of the earth and I huddle beneath the patchwork quilt your clumsy fingers labored over, so long ago now that the scarlet splotch in the corner has faded to an obscure brown, I rest a fevered cheek against the chilled glass and murmur forlorn Spanish lullabies to the hovering snow, silent at our windowsill.Longing
Winter is hardest.
Now and again I imagine hearing the whisper of your footsteps, slow in the hallway, or the lilt of your laughter from the kitchen
then the yearning seeps cold and clear,


Peanut ButterWhen did you fade? The luster youve lost, did it seep into the porcelain where your fingers clutched for desperate need in the time of your release? Why do you weep when you pinch the skin drawn tight over your brittle bones, as if a lover has broken your heart? Who told you to chip away at the shell, fussing over the delicate detailsPeanut Butter
until you were fragile like a teacup? And why, why does a silver spoon, smudged with the remnant of a morsel of peanut butter, seem to reflect the face of
an apparition?
Your name seems familiar. O: If I'm thinking of the right person at least.
Random note, I know. XD
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"I'll have a coke."
Hey, I was wondering the other day, would you happen to have posted Fallen Angel anywhere? Or written any more on it? It's such an excellent story, I would hate to see it go unfinished.
Of course, real life comes first. Just like we all used to tell you back on the Nintendo Forums, right? Hahaha...
Go to my journal to see what you have to do. It's nothing hard, I promise!
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My community club sponsor once said a very profound thing that changed my future forever:
"If I could write a book, I'd write The Key to Effective Parenting: or 1,001 uses for duct tape."
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"I just had five hot dogs."
"Five hot dogs?"
"FIVE HOT DOGS!!!"
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"I just had five hot dogs."
"Five hot dogs?"
"FIVE HOT DOGS!!!"
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"I'll have a coke."
I'm very satisfied with it. Now who knows how long it'll take to color
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My community club sponsor once said a very profound thing that changed my future forever:
"If I could write a book, I'd write The Key to Effective Parenting: or 1,001 uses for duct tape."
I hope it came out all right!
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My community club sponsor once said a very profound thing that changed my future forever:
"If I could write a book, I'd write The Key to Effective Parenting: or 1,001 uses for duct tape."
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