February 2010
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“If you’re a religious person, I understand why you believe. It makes you feel...”
– Marc Maron
January 2010
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Nothing says 'I love you' like my vagina around... →
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“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go...”
– Carl Sagan
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“The knowledge that the atoms that comprise life on earth - the atoms that make...”
– Neil deGrasse Tyson
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“To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the...”
– Howard Zinn
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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable....”
– Neil Gaiman
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“You can’t navigate me. I may do mean things, and I may hurt you, and I may...”
– Troy Dyer, Reality Bites
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Sisters.
My walls were booming. The bass was probably as high as it would go as she flew into my room, twirling a few times, and then beckoning me with her fingers to follow her into the hallway. I left my chair and danced out into the fresh light, my arms rising above my head, my hips swaying to the rhythms pounding from her room. It was our song. She looked me dead in the eyes and began mouthing the...
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Foolish.
He said he hated reading, and it’s not because he’s illiterate or that the pronunciations of words like euphoric, flibbertigibbit, and the really fluster his brain; he simply hates reading and chooses not to read, and, therefore, we can’t date. I had made up my mind that dating him would be impossible the minute he stated his disdain for the written word, that even a simple...
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Go away.
I saw him again last night. He stands underneath the street light, always looking up into my window, waiting for me to look back. He wants me to look, to stare back, to sweat with fear. He can smell it. I never see his face, how amusing that must be for him. He is a thing of film noir and somewhere Alfred Hitchcock is narrating my every move, thought, emotion. For him. Everything is for him so he...
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The new vacation.
My sister pointed over to the two girls, in the direction we had seen them wander off to. There at the highpoint of a curve, the girl in yellow was giving her best “Look at me, I’m a badass standing in the middle of the road” pose. The girl in pink was adamantly taking her picture, no doubt to post on their Facebook pages later that evening. Earlier they had stopped by someone else’s Harley to...
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