I like to fix things, the fixer am I. Without a toolbox filled with talisman, memory and crazy glue, the fixing proves difficult. A house…
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When I’m stressed, I clean. When I’m confused, I clean. When I’m angry, I clean. Exhausted, nauseated, in full-blown Benzo withdrawal. Not permitted by my…
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She disappeared inside the land of make-believe, filled with Crayola crayons so bright she wore tinted sunglasses I always thought true love was equivalent to good…
One CommentThis morning I told my mother to fuk off. I did not mean it, not exactly. Living here, where I don’t want to be, being…
Leave a CommentMy mama always said, a hand-written note is the politest, most personal form of communication. I tend to agree. By post, the modern-day luxury. …
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Leave a Commenttoday is a three-part kind of day I know. I used to see Phillip Seymour Hoffman in the Village, head-down, unassuming posture. The year was…
Leave a CommentI watched On the Road this week-end, and wanted to pack a bag, just go. I felt the itch crawling up and down my spine.…
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