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Why I have low expectations of a place to call home, Part 1
One of the first things people remark on about me (after they manage to get me to talk; I’m shy, you see) is that I do not have a Tennessee accent. Each time I hear “You ain’t from ’round here, are ya?” a tiny bubble of joy coalesces inside me. From this place, but not of it…thank you, God. Nana (maternal grandmother) was born in Brooklyn, NY and raised, for the most part, in Florida. Grandpa’s (maternal grandfather) family was from North Carolina though they came to East Tennessee for some stupid...
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So I lie in bed, thinking. I am an Olympic champion at thinking, you see. This place is so quiet at night that I can’t stand it. My room faced a street where there were always dogs barking or a noisy ass car going up the hill… Highway 321 was less than a quarter mile away and I could listen to the traffic coming and going. Here, there’s nothing but your heartbeat, the cold, and some moonlight reflecting off the frost. I can’t get comfortable. There are moments when the panic of my upbringing grabs me by the throat....
read moreif i ever get away, i’m gone.
i am going to try to make this all make sense but i am pretty sure it’s going to end up being several paragraphs of barely coherent and not even slightly linear thoughts. ♥ portishead radio on pandora has been a balm on my soul. it goes from rjd2 to bill withers to hybrid to etta james to air and on and on. if they ever design an implant that allows me to have this piped to my head any and everywhere, i shall buy one. one day i’ll be able to trick someone into believing i need a smartphone. also, i would like an adrien brody...
read morei have never lived anywhere without air conditioning. yet… between may and august i find it impossible to fall asleep without the thrumming pulse of an extraneous box fan on low. my summer lullaby.
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I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. Frank Lloyd Wright we were watching videos of storms last night. they were frightening and as huge as the whole sky while they rolled in off the ocean, over mountain ridges, and across the plains. my mind wanders to explaining weather to aliens (the intergalactic traveller variety). i think of our ancestors. imagine looking up and seeing the dark and morphing faces in the clouds as they cover blue skies. the wind picks up. giant limbs throw light from the sky that burns the...
read morein absentis of muses
And there’s something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin’ But it’s trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin’ in bed And no matter how you try you just can’t say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion’s mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on...
read moreder Sport des Fußballs
Over the last year I’ve been spending a lot of time on IRC, which, for the uninitiated, is internet relay chat, aka multiplayer notepad. I’ve made some great friends and met some über douches from all over the world. i’ve also gotten to learn quite a bit more about canada and europe and how *vastly* different they are while being just like home. Most persons with any style or substance knows that the final match of the World Cup is right around the bend. I’ve been dumbly watching conversations about fútbol, fotbal, le foot, fußball,...
read moreIn and Out
Coco has had a very strange skin defect on her left side since she was a puppy. It, as far as we know, was harmless but she was self conscious about it and would stop whatever she was doing and clean it if you touched it. Hugo decided it was time for that thing to come off. A consult was performed, a procedure was scheduled, a puppy was sedated. Now, a week later, I am finally calm over the situation. We brought her home with stretchy purple thing wrapped around her, a few pieces of gauze, and a bottle of death-inducing pain pills (that we...
read moreit’s why you love me
AFI is coming to the valarium on may 30th. i am contemplating buying tickets. I have contracted…what feels like…a chest cold…or it could be wicked allergies moved south. Either way, there are cinderblocks where my lungs once were. Cross-posted @ Feeding The Spiders
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