Sunday, January 31, 2010

Come Snow With Me



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my cousin reads HairheartsFlip from day one at the counter next to the bowing of heavy weather in footie pajamas. I stand behind her in an indescribable resolve. It is as if watching my own operation from the small glassed room above the table. The body examined through familial prods and pokes. There is "m" "y" face embedded in "m" "y" words I'm all- "ok, who am I already? Im not gonna guess so tell me." And there is your face wrapped in long non pepper hair while she giggles at a post by Flip, something about spilling wine on each others outfits because we like them both. Isn't Nail hearts Clip the bitchy cynical big sister annoyed at the levity of HHC? what happend here? Snowed like mad yesterday. By 4 Real Madrid brought it again fisting pumping sweat boys. By 8 I hopp in my little chugger car shoving three feet of snow off the exterior and head downtown. By 11 we stack up empty tall boys of PBR and play pool like champions. By midnight I'm on the phone in the middle of a frozen ocean mistaking everything for love. The real kind. What if MTV finally made a show called Love: The Real Kind where seven strangers prove its not that difficult. Each nite is spent sending txt messages that get progressively more obvious.

Hi cutiepie! i miss you/love u/want u/is it ok i said that?/yes! its ok! jk/i don't miss/love/want/myself?/yes!/wait/love me?/or allude to it with a smiley face/or else don't ever talk to me/flash to: black and white/am i?/so blk n wte?/come get me then get naked, thanks/yr the best ever/i want u so hard rite now/hope you know i was being litehearted/silly/with my txts?/last nite/pool nite was hysterical/hope your friend is feeling a bit better./xx/oo/x/don't look at me.

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what is it about time that makes me feel so sleepy? the word itself a cozy oragami. Get a txt saying " I cant stop tinkin bot u" and hope to God that was on purpose. my heart. the last one to get the news I'm ready to give it up recognizes its own shadow. sweeping up the smallest of hopes.
President of the Nailited

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