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To begin romance, entice shadow. That said our dear Blanche DuBois had it made. So it seems unembarrassed by her American apparel. Perhaps this is why the hip little uniform of color blocks draws us in? What is it about nostalgia that we must incessantly work at it's creation. Each listed object invariably a limb assigned to function as attribute to a greater, monumental garble. You should see my face when I see a Sephora. The endless possibilities, the challenge of carefully enacting a linearity impossible to exist. As my high school English teacher used to say. "Go on, convince me."


What did LA look like that day in 2000? What day was it anyway? Years like clothing and digitally organized friendships hang over these silly bone frames. I used to collect folded notes, soaked in highlighter fluid, colored pens and illustrations of me walking down the hall dragging corduroy. I haven't gotten a note in years but flood the spam folder with LinkedIn requests. How can I tell you wuz up in uniform font? to tell you a story in the same font you get student loan information in is something close to dangerous and the death of sentiment.

they say we will be snowed in here. I wonder in secret if they mean "for good." when we consider the family structure we walk through graveyards unbuckling the ceremonial body. Yes, may it fall like boiled chicken toward the gallant earth. What it takes to secure the dissolution of space. Maria sits on the counter as I clean up the making of dinner. My uncle conducting surgery on a foot or an ankle as the first snowflakes enter. Juli asleep with a cold and a cup in her hand. We can't get it out, she cuddles it. The first breathy scenes of a Goddard slip past sharp branches. where am i? i know what Saturn envys: look at this shit. I mentally turn the page to the kids on the street saying:

"Excuse us if we don’t give a fuck."

What will moth-eat us? In a text a receive pictures of feet. of sucker faces and typewriter keys. In my mind I am every song I ever heard floating Mike Teevee crunchy over invisible houses. Let me be your Hank Williams tonight in this snow and "melt your coldcold heart"

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