dear world,
i am going to
punch you in the face.
it will make a sound like
breaking into a glass pond.
but you are not full of fish,
and pleasantries,
instead,
you hold minotaurs
and sharks
posing as people who care.
but you know what, world?
you are a glass pond.
so i see right through you.
sincerely,
danielle
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Thursday, January 21, 2010
Friday, July 10, 2009
VERY A LOT STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS AFTER EATING TOO MANY FRIES
air
breathe
ocean
salt
tear
kitchen
gabe
brother
god
sand
child
door
hand
sanctuary
church
floor
ladder
sleep
music
fish
swim
eyes
warm
blankie/et
cement
hammer
orphanage
manuelito
spanish
nun
dog
roof
blue
photograph
memory
run
away
win
truth
Jesus
cross
death
blood
pulse
thump
bruise
ER
meds
snow
dream
nightmare
both
neither
and
tomorrow
i
wake
up.
breathe
ocean
salt
tear
kitchen
gabe
brother
god
sand
child
door
hand
sanctuary
church
floor
ladder
sleep
music
fish
swim
eyes
warm
blankie/et
cement
hammer
orphanage
manuelito
spanish
nun
dog
roof
blue
photograph
memory
run
away
win
truth
Jesus
cross
death
blood
pulse
thump
bruise
ER
meds
snow
dream
nightmare
both
neither
and
tomorrow
i
wake
up.
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