But life is good! I have a feeling I might suck on my Chem exam tomorrow, though... yikes.
The first 4 recent dev.'s aren't my favorite--the next few afterward are much better.
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ENJOY!


11.17.08On a bus there is no talking. Eye contact is prohibited. But, accidentally, i find myself staring an impolite, uncultured savage unversed in transportation taboo.11.17.08
I tend to stare, analyzing through my curiosity the sullen boy
pinching the bridge of his nose kneading nails into his tear ducts thumb and forefinger like thin fangs of an asp trying to clog those tiny holes numb them to keep searing clear venom from leaking out onto his iPod.
or the middleaged couple a row ahead squeezed tight against each other on


11.14.08To my horror a giant truck squatted under the trees today. From its blue bullet belly extended a huge hose accordion trunk poised clumsily11.14.08
over piles of gold and green and brown leaves,
being raked together like bodies
by a fervent man whose eyes I could not see covered in safety glasses.
Him and his comrade were both deaf, steel blue muffs muting the high, pulsing drone of the beasts wide nostrils; one blind man raking the other awkwardly shifting the cumbersome nozzle creating an empty green space where fall used to be.
And someh


Breakfast 10.14.08Clouds hang like soft, purple pieces of construction paper tacked loosely to the ever-ripening horizon. Hills squat low slumbering, maybe folded in prayer gold morningBreakfast 10.14.08
cresting across their stooped, velvet backs dark rolling foreheads pressed close to the earth leftover twilight shadows clinging to their eyelids.
As I sit here, absently munching on oatmeal I notice how quickly night disappears how brightness spreads across the sleepy sky like some bacterial firework spreading engulfing everything with light. The further the sun


love poemBefore you how did I live? my past has drifted, disintegrated into the mottled blue horizon its pale sails a pinprick memory.love poem
How did I spend my days if not hammocked in your arms, rocking on the laughing wind above the earth nesting with birds pooled near my heart?
How did I stand on my doorstep purple clouds dripping black with night peeking starrily out through their soft breaks without your kisses in my hair hands pressed warm against my shoulderblades?
My recollection of all things past is a haughty rumor
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My knight in shinning armor ended up being a loser in tinfoil...Figures. T_T
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Claudia
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"The most important things in life are inevitably cliché."
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"...and it is ignorance that is our deepest malady."
~ J. Michael Bishop
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"The most important things in life are inevitably cliché."
--Chuck Klosterman
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"God," he cries, dying on Mars, "God, we made it!"
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