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Accident

I. I'll rechristen you, probably something that I'll later regret, even later forget. I'd like to tape record everything you say, to think about the symbolism later. You know, if you talk for long enough, you'll rhyme sometimes. And I don't think that's anything to be ashamed of, because good accidents happen all the time.
II. I always waste the happy accident, afraid someone will try to tell me that I did it on purpose. I think it was an accident when you held my hand, but I'm not sure if I could call it happy. Yo

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mixed metaphors mixed memoriesyou can't believe how easy it's become to be nobody I get so lost in my nothing that I can't remember whether I mean you or myself why or where I capsize myself on the couch and sink to the bottom of my memories because I'm still obligated to cry over you rules are rules but who are you anyway? what girl is it this time? and why am I crying for her? no, for you? whoever you are were you somebody? 4000 miles means now that we're nobody to somebody ghosts to each other and lost to ourselves
I can't believe how easy mixed metaphors mixed memories
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WordlessThe way the smoke Curls around my face I am only able to imagine The way Your arm might Curl around my waist Wordless The way we are wordless together Meanings fairly simple to discover
I cannot hope for you So I hope for someone else Wordless the same way (Almost without guilt) Because the last time I held you I knew we were dead The way Julia and Winston were dead I know I might be alone In counting their love as great Because the machine did succeed In destroying it Mutable and wiped out of existence But some Wordless
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variations on a themeI remember when I was twelve, maybe eleven, and my favorite kind of book was the kind with shuffled pages. Those silly “horror” novels that only owned a sense of horror when one stopped to notice the literary style. The kind of story that of course began on the first page, but at the bottom of that page, instructions to turn to another random page, perhaps in the middle, or the end, for the following action. And from that page, more instructions, perhaps with one or two choices as to what action your character might take, but only whether to enter the abandoned house or the dark cave, though you thou variations on a theme
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moldI belong to basement corners Folded up inside my joints Sipping air that squeals with damp Talking shit and missing points I pulled my socks above my knees And slogged through dust to get this spot I hold it with such jealous hands That I can't see my own hands rot My hips are showing bones these days My teeth are sawing through my lips It's not worth noting that I despair Because my position never shifts Nothing could convince me now The outside world is not so hard I hate it here, I hate it there With fits of rage I find myself Holding deep into mold
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0. Not Just YetGot nothing to lose but time. Forgot the world and myself in my bed today. Cigarette in my teeth, lungs full of tar. Goddamn, it's a good way to die.
Chip on my shoulder, a bounce in my step. My end is coming, but it's not here yet. Heaven in a bottle, at least my kind. It's not hard to be happy when you're living in your mind.
And as the sun's falling, I know it's not too late. It's all coming together, all you've gotta do is wait. And when you realize it's a wonderful night, Oh, just take it from me --
Light one up, breath it all in -- Oh, and then 0. Not Just Yet
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Just Like PerdixAt first, I was content to stay. But my father, he wanted to leave. If he left, I would go. I didn’t want to turn out like that.
Like Perdix.
We would leave Crete. Our prison. For awhile it was just desire. Then, it became more frantic. We had to escape. I wanted to ask ‘why?’ but I knew it was because we were in danger. “Why?” “Why did you displease Minos?” “Why did you kill Perdix?” I couldn’t ask. I couldn’t be the same.
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So he made wax wings. We would fly. Not too high, not Just Like Perdix
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Little Things

Tue Jul 28, 2009, 7:23 AM

I'm not writing much these days, except for little things made of prose that don't make a whole lot of sense. It's a lot more fun when you stop trying to make sense. You might like the way it feels. [link]

I will be leaving September 3rd for a year in France. I'm living on the Atlantic coast in Brittany, in a town called Saint-Brevin-Les-Pins. The beaches are beautiful, even if it's not the warmest place in the world. I'm so glad to be going.

I've started listening to French radio, to help review what French I do know. I found a music station that plays much better music than any radio station I've ever had in my city. It's my radio soulmate, I think. A pretty happy accident, considering that the radio powers that be have decided that there is no money to be made in alternative radio in Cincinnati, and now there isn't any at all. Right now they're talking about something that involves saying the word 'frisbee' a lot. Wish they spoke slower. [link]

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Interests: swimming, eating, writing
Favourite movie: ferris bueller's day off, oh brother where art thou?, howl's moving castle, the happening
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=nose-dive May 5, 2009, 6:03:39 PM

Thanks for the recent

, babe, it means a lot lately. I hope everything is going well in your world

~misanthropyreavealed May 6, 2009, 2:22:57 PM

well, thanks anyways.
i'm applying for my visa right now, though, which is a plus.

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Oh.
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I've always wanted to be a rocket ship.

~failur3 Feb 15, 2009, 7:43:32 PM

Thanks for the favorite!

~Aeries-Raine Feb 1, 2009, 6:32:53 PM

You're featured in my literature news article!
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Thanks for allowing me to share your work!

Don't forget to show the other writers some dA love.

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HaikuWriMo - [link] -Can YOU write a Haiku everyday for a month???

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~thefreewriteproject
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~misanthropyreavealed Feb 1, 2009, 6:38:45 PM

thank you so much !

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Oh.
[link]
I've always wanted to be a rocket ship.

~Aeries-Raine Feb 1, 2009, 6:43:56 PM

you're welcome! I hope you enjoy reading the other pieces in the feature, too!

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HaikuWriMo - [link] -Can YOU write a Haiku everyday for a month???

=RawEm0tion
~thefreewriteproject
*TheWritersMeow