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days.
ten days after we fucked i went grocery shopping with my dad, which doesn’t happen very often. he bought four bottles of ketchup because it was on sale and he still lives in 1962 and every spot in the sky … Continue reading
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cans.
it was christmas. all the walls came down at my torn toenails, the way his heels still sometimes do. it wasn’t an accident or anything; i chipped at them until they would not stand. when i got the phone number … Continue reading
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house.
there is a spoon in my house that isn’t really a spoon at all. it isn’t mine; it was just here when i moved in & probably belongs to my roommate. anyway the spoon is mostly flat. it still functions … Continue reading
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after all.
i woke up & didn’t know where i was. i have been here before. the door should not be here, it should be there by the window. (no, two days later, i remember, it was always there.) i found myself … Continue reading
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bangs.
i cut the bangs back again. i don’t know how to do anything else. sometimes i try for a few months to let them grow out, to grow up, but there’s no point. and everytime i cut them again i … Continue reading
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um camping.
i went camping a couple weeks ago & it was totally rad. it made me want to do a million things differently because for two tiny days that’s how they were done. i smoked quietly and alone, hidden in the … Continue reading
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baseball.
one of my fish pretends to be asleep in the front of the tank, he is only really sleeping when he is at the back with the other side by side facing in opposite directions and it’s a trick like … Continue reading
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frame.
in a frame on my desk you’re drinking from a forty ounce bottle of unrealistically bad beer, you are the only one (looking into the camera) and the glass is heavy her torn tradition built, rebuilt itself two hours south … Continue reading
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dinner.
draw signs in garbage only, traced beneath the pulse of electricity, lift bridges next to smokestacks, where we lived and used to search beyond the smog across the lake, to see toronto it was a long drive and coming promise … Continue reading
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so happy :)
the view from my dad’s old rooftop, looking east towards the end of the valley. it’s a little homesick, maybe, but i know i can’t go back. so it’s different this time. the rest of the pictures are here: dundas … Continue reading
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