March 2010
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February 2010
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Ash to ash and dust to dust. We’re all gonna die, so we have to trust, in something. But it’s probably nothing. There’s gotta be something.
“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people… Certain heads,...”
– j.d. salinger
And I peel the wet skin out from under my nails and I lean my head back. I place my eyes in my elbow and it’s smooth on my lids. I relive the stale water on the end of my hair, gliding over the nape of my neck. I keep hearing “stay above the water.” And I embrace the multitudes of beers in my lungs, warming my legs. I listen to the echo of an empty room and listen to the movement...
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